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I am SO SORRY for the two months delay but I really had issues writing this request. I started it over about 7 times... But I am FINALLY content with it. SO here we go !
Scenario 1 : continuously denying others who think they are together
Izo x GN!Reader // Words : 2.3K // Warnings : few swearing (no beta reader).
« Are you two dating?”
The first time someone asked you this question, it was Thatch, during a lunch.
“Why. No?” You were as confused as Izo was. Nothing was going on between you. You were just friends. Thatch didn’t insist. You had no idea what made him think like this…
*
“You’re dating?”
The second time, it was Ace. Izo chocked when the water went down the wrong way. You patted this back as he coughed.
“What the fuck Ace?”
“You’re sharing your bottle with him! You’re never sharing it with me!”
“Because his is empty.”
Ace, short on arguments, shout-talked: “Ok but that’s an indirect kiss!”
Between two coughs, Izo murmured a dumbass to the younger boy. You sighed. An indirect kiss…
*
“Ginjo or daiginjo?” Marco murmured.
“Hm?” You were on food shopping with Thatch. Marco went along you in an alcohol store.
“Izo’s birthday is coming soon. I wanted to offer him sake, but I can’t remember his favourite.”
“Ginjo.” You pointed at the right one on the shelf. “The fruitiest.”
“You know his taste so well.” The first commander gave you a side-eyed glare and smirked. “No wonder you’re his boy/girlfriend.”
“I am not.” You emphasized the not strongly. You just knew his taste because you were the cook’s assistant… You turned back to the wine section. What was the one Thatch used for his boeuf bourguignon again?
*
It went on like this. At least twice or thrice a week, Izo and you had to deny any romance going on between you. You wondered if there was a crewmate that hadn’t ask you yet. Yet, you never changed your words: it was just a friendship.
Izo had not such effect on you.
Sure, you thought he was an interesting man, experienced and talented in plenty of ways. He knew how to talk, how to take care of himself was it for his hair, his make-up, or his clothes. His eyes were captivating, and his voice was charming, of course. But he had no effect on you.
Right?
“(NAME)!” You turned your head to Thatch. “The food will burn. Turn it.”
You quickly answered his command and turned down the fire a bit. You sighed. You never got lost on your thoughts while on cooking duty. The cook knew it as well.
“What’s happening? It’s the third time this week you almost burned a meal. You should ask Marco to check you if you feel unwell.”
“I’m well. I’m not sick.”
From the counter you were working on, you saw Izo and another commander passing by a window. He sent you a smile and a quick hand sign, to which you responded, before going further.
“Not sick but lovesick, hm.”
You gave a snap on Thatch’s hand with your spatula.
“Ow! You shouldn’t hit a commander. Even more, your own division commander.” He said in a teasing tone.
“I am hitting a friend. My division commander friend. I fear no consequences.”
“You should! I feel jealous because you wouldn’t do this to your friend Izo.” You raised the spatula to snap him once more, yet he dodged it this time. You didn’t answer and got back to your task. But Thatch wasn’t having it. He observed your moves, seriousness in his expression for once.
“Stop watching me like this. You have work to do, Commander. Diner time is in an hour.”
“I know you like him.”
“I already told you we are not dating.”
“That’s not what I said. I said you like him.”
“I don’t.”
“What would you do if he kissed you?”
“What?” You stopped what you were doing and turned to him, eyebrows frowned. “What are you talking about now?”
“What would you do if he kissed you? Suddenly. Out of nowhere.”
“I don’t know… Your question is so strange.”
“Ok, then what would you do if I kissed you?”
This time you answered with hesitation. “I’d punch you in the face. Don’t you dare.” Thatch laughed and waved a hand between the two of you, indicating he had no intention to.
“See, that’s my point. You’re doing everything differently whenever it comes to him. I know I won’t convince you about it right now. Just think about it. Next time someone ask you if you’re dating, ask yourself why.”
*
You didn’t plan to pay attention to Thatch’s words.
“You’re so cute like this. You look like lovebirds in their nest- HAHA MISSED!”
Izo sent one of his geta to Ace’s face that went through him. OUCH. The second one got him on the back of his head. It was nighttime. You were sitting on the deck with Izo, his head on yours resting on his shoulder. You were reading, waiting for the sleep to come. It wasn’t something unusual for you.
While Izo got back to his reading, your eyes kept reading the same sentence again and again… You were sat with Izo, resting against him, in your little own world until Ace’s arrival. It was intimate… even more when you think about the other times you would read in the same hammock or alone in the nest. Yet nothing never happened because you were just friends.
“(Name), you’re ok? You haven’t turned your page in a moment.” Izo’s breath on your ear awaken you.
“Y-yeah… I’m falling asleep on my book. I should probably go to sleep right now.”
“Sure. Have a good night, (Name).” You felt your inside warm. Since when Izo’s words made you feel warm?
*
“It’s been months. Can’t you just stop pretend and make it official? Everyone knows already.”
“You know Vista, I never thought about hurting any of you in about 20 years. But right now, I’m contemplating the idea of knocking you out.”
“Try me.”
Occasionally, when Thatch would finish tidying the kitchen early, he would invite a few fellow commanders to have a drink and play cards in the scullery. This time, there were Izo, Vista, Marco, and a sleeping Ace. Izo had won the previous games, and it wasn’t to Vista’s taste. He knew your relation was a good subject to distract the 16th division commander.
“Why don’t you want to tell us about it?”
“Because there is nothing to say beside it’s friendship.”
“Friendship. I’m friend with all of you but I would never read while resting my head on your shoulder.” Vista fluttered exaggeratedly his eyelashes Izo’s way.
“Lucky us, you would crush our shoulder under your weight.” Marco said and Izo added sneakily: “Do you even know how to read?”
Everyone still heard him and laughed. It earned him a punch in the arm from Vista.
“We know they’re special for you. Just ask them out already. Everyone’s on your asses because it’s clear as water you’ve been made for each other.” Vista added to his point, this time seriously; yet never forgetting his intention to distract Izo.
“Sure.”
“I can prove my point: they’re the only one you shared your reading with, they’re the only one you sleep with, the only one you shared your bottle with-Ace was right about it” At the call of his name, the young man woke up with a card glued on his cheek. “-Hell, they’re the only one that can touch your hair and keep their hand. You let them brush it for you, I saw it!”
“And so what? How does any of this prove I have romantic feelings for (Name)?” Izo sighed, looking at a mute Vista.
“What would you do if Marco tried to kiss you?”
Marco sent a side-eye to Thatch meaning why me. But he knew Thatch chose him because he was one of the longest friends Izo had and that he wasn’t annoyed with him at the moment, like he was with Vista.
“I would push him back or step backwards, something like this. But I don’t see your point.”
“What would you do if (Name) tried to kiss you?” Everyone’s gaze went from Izo to Thatch to Izo again. It was the first time the black-haired man was left speechless about that subject.
“You don’t know? Or you know but don’t want to say it?”
Izo gritted his teeth and looked down. He slammed his cards on the table, his game visible, and left the room without another word.
Izo had a winning game.
*
“So you wouldn’t kiss me. I’m disappointed.” A little smile showed on Izo’s red lips when he recognised Marco’s voice. The blond man came to his side and imitated his position, crossed arms resting on the railing.
“I’m sorry I left like this.”
“Don’t be. Vista was so preoccupied to confuse you that he got lost on his own and I won thanks to your desertion. And… They’ll get over it. They’re big boys.” Izo just hummed for an answer. “You know… Vista’s idea to ask them out isn’t that bad. I mean, you initially got closer to them because you were interested in them, right?” Marco watched Izo sighed and nodded. “Then what stopped you?”
“We’re friends. That’s what.”
“If by that you mean that you’re scared they don’t see you as more than a friend then let me tell you something: I haven’t been so captivated by a dawning romance since Oden and Toki.”
“It was 25 years ago.”
“That’s my point, Izo. For months I got to see the two of you sharing moments and looks. You know that most of our men don’t care about romance and yet you passionate them.” Izo shut his eyes and sighed once again. “To be honest I may be a bit guilty for everything. The first time Thatch asked you if you were dating it was because I give him the idea.” Izo looked at Marco with his eyebrows frowned. “You were there talking and whenever one of you was looking around, one had such a tender gaze for the other… It was physically hurting to witness your obliviousness. I thought it would give a little push… But you kept stated you were just friends and you stopped making moves their way. I’m sorry, Izo.”
Izo shook his head. “Don’t be.” He had drunk and processed Marco’s every words. He could have been mad, but he wasn’t at all. His friend wanted to help after all. And it gave him hope and strength he’d lost in the last months. He was about to go but Marco caught him.
“One last thing.”
*
Izo knew you were asleep when he left Marco. So, he waited until the early hours of the day when you would come in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. You were always beginning the preparation by yourself.
When he entered, you had just started cutting bread.
“You knew it was Ginjo.”
You almost cut yourself and turned around to see Izo. He apologized for the scare.
“The Ginjo? Your favourite sake. What about it?”
“Marco told me you helped him choose it for my birthday gift.”
“Hm, right. He didn’t remember. I did. You know it’s my job as the cook assistant.”
“Yet, you couldn’t remember the usual wine Thatch was using for his beef recipe. That’s what Marco said.”
You frowned, wondering where the conversation was going. He had come closer to you during your small talk, and you could see his tired features. He hadn’t sleep much, if at all, but he mostly looked tensed, unsure, and decided. You left your duty aside to give him your full attention.
“Thatch asked me what I would do if Marco tried to kiss me. I told him I would push him away.” You were even more confused, and at the same time, you remembered Thatch asking you a similar question. “He also asked what I would do if you tried to kiss me.”
Since he didn’t continue, you asked “What did you answer?”
“Actually, I didn’t answer… But I had plenty of images in my mind I couldn’t describe.”
Considering his choice of words, Izo started apologising about it sounded perverted, unappropriated according to him. But you cut him short.
“He asked me too. He asked me what I would do if you ever tried to kiss me.” You read in Izo’s eyes his desire to know more. “I said I don’t know. But now I do.” You looked down, feeling your skin suddenly burning under Izo’s intense gaze. “I… I would let you do it. I would kiss you back.”
You felt his fingers brush under your chin and gently pull it up so you could watch the sweetness in his eyes. His pupils moved on your whole face, between your eyes to your lips, looking for permission and any sign of doubt or refusal on your part. But the fact you grabbed his cloth to pull him down and closer comforted him in his previous action. Your lips touched, smoothly, lightly the first time. More forcefully and strongly on the second as each of you grabbed the other by the neck. A thrill ran through your body when you sensed his warm tongue brushed your lips in the kiss.
Izo pecked you once more before he broke the kisses. He didn’t pull back thought. His hand on your neck fell to your hips to keep you close to him.
*
“Izo, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. And, I won’t tease you about your relationship with (Name) anymore.”
“Thanks, I appreciate. Even thought it won’t be necessary.” Vista frowned at Izo’s answer.
Izo and Vista were already almost done with their breakfast when you joined them and sat right next to Izo as per usual. You exchanged a look and smiled timidly. Ace that was passing by behind you stopped when he saw this.
“Ow, you’re definitely the cutest couple!”
“Thanks, Ace.” You answered him happily while Izo laughed at Ace and Vista’s lost faces. Things promised to be interesting.
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Relaxing Evening
Character: Izo
Reader: gender neutral
Word Count: 890
CW: domestic fluff, hair care (I tried to make it as neutral as possible but since every type of hair needs different treatment, it might not be accurate for all; I based it mainly on my experience with wavy, easy to tangle hair)
A/N: back to the raffle posting, this time a thingie for @bepoprotectionsquad who asked for domestic mutual selfcare & relax with Izo and Reader. I'm here to deliver <3
“May I?” Izo nods towards the dressing table as soon as you drop the bathrobe on the chair next to the bed. You were sure he'd been long asleep, given he barely returned from a mission, but he’s been waiting for you instead, his eyes almost piercing you with pleading.
You haven’t even agreed nor denied, and he’s already mid-action, reaching for the towel on your head. Leaning down—with a smile, it’s such a treat to be the one towering over him for once—you let him indulge and lead you into the magic time of spoiling. Despite impatience, his hands are gentle and precise; once he’s got you within his reach, he’s not rushing anymore, his attention swallowed whole by the task.
“Did something happen?” Hair and skin care, be it his or yours, are one of Izo’s favorite coping methods. If he’s so eager to do it for you, the need for a relief from something must be exceptionally itchy.
“Nothing worth worrying about,” he promises, kissing your temple. He’s not wearing his usual make up, lips free of lipstick are even softer and moister. “Just people tired.”
“New apprentices?”
“New apprentices.”
You take the book you’re currently reading from the night stand and nestle in your favorite way on the bed. Once Izo sets interest in your hair, you know you're in for a long session, far longer than you could possibly indulge in with selfcare.
It’s relaxing—but also immobilizing. You’re appreciating his attack, though: you didn’t have much time for yourself as of late and the harsh sea conditions didn’t show mercy to your skin and hair. If you were to do it alone, you would probably skip the whole deal again, or shorten it to the absolute necessity for the sake of much needed sleep. Izo has never left his task half-assed—and the stubborn determination beaming from his face as he crawls to join you in your chosen spot only proves you’ll be in the best hands on this side of the Grandline.
He starts with fully drying your hair with a fresh towel until he’s satisfied with its moisture and texture. With a patience worthy of a saint, he untangles loose threads, until he’s sure he won’t pull and harm you, and even then he continues the inspection with such care as if he was treating a crumbling jewel. Then for a good moment he does nothing but taking a close look, judging what you need the most, and muttering to himself, frowning—as you learn with a quick, concerned look over your shoulder.
“Is it that bad?” You hope worry doesn’t show in your voice and doesn’t push him out of the zone.
“We’ve been through worse.” Frown changes into a smile and he kisses you again. “You need more moisture and some massages. They’re thinning out.”
You indeed were finding more stray hairs lately.
Trusting him and his judgment, you return to the book and lean more against him. Izo is not the most buff guy you know, but you can still feel the subtle flex of well-trained muscles whenever he moves, especially when he reaches for a new cosmetic. He’s steady and big enough for you to nestle comfortably, to enjoy the closeness and spoiling in an intimate, yet, non-disturbing and natural way. Your back seems to belong to his chest, resting against each other, as you both do what you desire without bumping in your ways.
He’s so skilled with his fingers it’s hard for you to focus on the book, though. When he starts massaging oil into the skin of your head, you need to take a break, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. The sweet, flowery scent of the balm and gentle rubs on your scalp simply melt you in his hands. You lean forward, humming and fighting the urge to rest closer against him.
You don’t want to ruin his work, to stop the amazing sensation.
“You’re almost purring.” Smile warmths his soothing voice. “Missed me?”
“So much,” your words are almost whining. You don’t want to sound so, so needy and demanding, but the mix of blessed relaxation and past draught of his touch take control over your reactions and expressions so easily.
“I’m sorry, I neglected you those last few weeks.” Tension runs through his fingers, he presses your skin with significantly more power—shortly, but enough for you to notice.
He’s tired and frustrated—and has missed you as much as you have.
Gently, you lead his hands out of your hair, and turn to face him. His face fits between your palms so easily—and he yields to temptation, closing eyes and resting chin on your hands.
“You didn’t neglect me.” You promise and kiss him, the sweet and soft taste of his lips so addictive, almost slipping you out of control again. “We’ve both been busy with our matters, but now we have lots of time to catch up. No sulking, alright?”
“No sulking.” Izo kisses your fingers before reaching for another moisturizing cosmetic and gesturing you to turn back around.
“So—” you nestle cozy against him, your book abandoned this time— “tell me, what those idiot apprentices did this time?”
He somehow groans with mental pain and laughs at the same time. “This is going to be the longest list of complaints in my life.”
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It's the thought - Izo x Reader
Look, I know I am supposed to be writing Spooktober things now, but I couldn't really let this pass without at least a little writing. So without any further ado, enjoy a little celebratory blurb for the one true love of my life, Izo!
2nd person. GN reader. Modern AU
It was a beautiful fall day: the leaves on the trees had been turning all shades of crimson, orange and yellow, and the temperatures had lowered from the scorching summer heat to something more pleasant, without being actually cold. Fall had officially started, and you were absolutely enjoying the atmosphere.
You were home alone for now, making use of the time you had to yourself to warm up the oven and get to baking. For fall, pumpkin spice everything seemed like the obvious choice- but not today. Today you had an entirely different mission: bake your boyfriend a cake. You had found a recipe online that was beginner-friendly yet ambitious: two layers and a cream frosting, soft pink details and strawberries. They were out of season now, but you knew how much Izo loved them, and you wouldn’t spare any effort for his birthday.
You’d been a little sad to be hearing he’d still be working today, as you had hoped he’d maybe take the day off for his birthday, but he’s never made a big deal out of it.
“When you’re my age, y/n, it truly doesn’t matter much anymore. It’s just another day. But, if you’d like, we can go out to dinner, the two of us?”
You had -of course- agreed, but since you were home anyway, you had decided that you wanted to surprise him as well. After all, he made such an effort of surprising and pampering you throughout the year, with little thoughtful gifts, flowers to make your house an even more beautiful place, takeout of your favorite meals whenever you were too tired to cook…
So you had gone out, purchased all the ingredients for a cake (and some more, just in case something went wrong), his favorite flowers, and put those in a vase on the table. You had made a card with a handwritten love letter earlier, and had now put it next to the vase and a little box that was neatly wrapped with a rose gold paper. Inside was a watch you had seen him eye a couple times before, but never purchasing it, because he felt like it was too expensive for a watch, especially since he still had one that was working perfectly fine still.
The oven signaled that it was done preheating, and you practically jumped from the sound, already confused how time was flying by so fast; you had barely set the table with gifts and hadn’t even started measuring and weighing the ingredients. You let the oven sit like that for now and got to quickly prepping the ingredients. Once preparations were over, it didn’t take too long for you to actually do the recipe. You made sure to follow the recipe to the letter, knowing that baking was more of a precision job than cooking usually was.
When the cake was finally in the oven, you cleaned up the counter and prepared the frosting. After that, you let the cake cool down on the counter while you tidied up the house. You opened up a window to let the room air out, and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for your dinner date already. That way you could focus on cake decorating until Izo got home, and leave for the restaurant whenever he was ready, You didn’t want him to have to wait for you.
You put on your favorite music while washing up, loudly singing along and already imagining what the evening was going to be like. You were getting excited when-
You heard some noises downstairs, and even though the shower was running hot, you suddenly got cold shivers.
You then heard some yelling, and were ready to panic until you recognized the voice.
“Izo?” you walked downstairs carefully, nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame, still dripping wet, being careful not to slip.
“Y/n?” You sighed in relief when you realized it was in fact Izo who had come home much earlier than anticipated. Your relief was short lived when you realized your surprise was a little ruined now, and then replaced by worry when you saw his face, confused and not at all the way you had expected him to look when he saw what you were preparing.
“What was that sound?” You walked up to him, giving him a brief kiss, whispering a happy birthday against his lips.
“Well… I will assume you were preparing a surprise for me?” You nodded, and he chuckled.
“Did you by any chance leave food out and a window open?”
You closed your eyes, cursing as you realized what had probably happened.
“I think the neighborhood cat was just as surprised as you were to find me home early.”
You walked into the kitchen with him, only to find little pawprints in frosting all over, and the cake that was cooling down ruined with tooth marks and paw- and clawprints and more frosting smeared all over. At the very least it looked like the creature hadn’t ingested too much, so you were sure it would be fine. You looked over at the table, relieved to see that at least your gift setup wasn’t bothered by the cake thief either.
Still, your relief was replaced with sadness, as you did put in all the effort. You felt your bottom lip tremble as you took in the view, only to be pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm around your waist. Izo pulled you into his side, chuckling softly.
“I wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little deflated that I didn’t want to celebrate beyond going out for dinner, so I wanted to see if we could maybe have a fun afternoon. I got off a little early, only to see that you were preparing something as well”
You nodded.
“It was going to be a strawberry cake, your favorite”
“Does that mean you have fresh strawberries in the fridge?” You didn’t see it, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yes”, you smiled as well.
“And you got my favorite flowers,” he said, walking up to the table, taking you along with him with one arm still wrapped around your waist, the other softly touching the flowers, studying the arrangement. You looked at his face, admiring him instead of the flowers.
“Thank you.”
He turned to you before even opening the card or the present, and you smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation: the failed surprise, the mess that the kitchen was, the fact that you were not ready, standing there shivering in your towel.
“You’re welcome, I wish it was mo-”
He shushed you with another kiss, effectively taking away most of your worries and otherwise negative feelings. He had that effect on you, immediately making you feel better with nothing but a loving gesture.
"It's perfect”
You had no choice but to replace your frown with a smile as well.
“let me get dressed then, and then… we’ll celebrate”
"And maybe clean up a little as well"
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whitebeard pirates groupchat
wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader; ace x reader
cw: funny/crack, drug mention, a little bit suggestive
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Whatever you do is going to be good anyway
But the scenario am picturing is in Marineford
Winged Reader is with Mihawk and he's hiding but during the chaos he finds himself hiding in the Whitebeards ship
And when they save Ace the escape with Mihawk's son And they try to help him go back to Mihawk
But if you want to change anything that's okay
🐼💕~
Enemies yesterday, Babysitters today ( Whitebeard pirates x male!oDracule!child!reader)
A/N: Okay yall I honestly might revisit this later and add more wholesomeness to it cause im not completely content with the level it has right now, but you tell me does it make you kick your feet?
Dividers by @/saradika
“Gurararara Ace, how are you feeling?”
"Doing good pops, still mad my jolly Roger got erased,” he grumbles
“We can do the tattoo Again; just be glad you are only missing that and not your life; you were almost a goner there.” Marco sighs
“Fair enough, still stings when I look in the mirror, though,” he mumbles
A crash sounds across the ship as what sounds like boxes and a scream echo from the storage room of the Moby Dick
“We might have a stowaway…” Marco notes
“Is it one of the bastards from Marineford?” Jozu growls, activating his devil fruit
“Be Careful, Jozu, we do not know who we are dealing with here,” Izou says, pulling out his guns
“Don’t even think about it, Sir; you are still healing,” One of the nurses comments, looking towards Whitebeard, who grunts in response
“We’ll handle it, pops; I don’t mind a little exercise; I’m bored, and if it is one of the bastards, I need to let out some steam,” he says, walking towards the storage room; the rest of the commanders, following behind him
“Whoever they are, they should be able to hold their own if they managed to make it on board,” Thatch says, his eyes lighting up with a twinkle.
“I wonder what they would be doing in the storage, though…”
“It’s probably a marine stowaway; probably best to show him some rough treatment,” Vista says as he smirks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“Come on out.” He calls our
Ace kicks the door open.
“Alright, whoever you are, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Ace says, grinning
“If they don’t answer, then we’ll have to find them ourselves,” Marco says as he begins to activate his power
Ace walks ahead and peeks into the corner where the commotion could be heard from, and he stills, making gestures to their fellow commanders to lower their weapons as he kneels down
“Ace, be careful; a wounded man is still a threat, especially the ones trying to hide,” Marco states as walking next to the second commander
“Don’t lower your…guard.” he stops glancing at their stowaway
“Pop’s is going to love this one,” he mutters, turning back to the rest of the commanders
“It’s a kid”
“What, is this someone’s kid? A stray?” Izou questions, looking down at the stowaway
Reader glances between all the men staring him down, inching back and trying to make himself smaller, covering himself with his wings
“Kid, what brings you here ?” Ace says with a soft voice,
“How were you able to get on board? How long have you been hiding for?” Ace says as he sits on his knees to meet the kid's height, looking at him directly in his eyes
Reader glances at Ace for a second but lowers his face and tries to dig himself deeper into his caccoon between his wings
“He's scared, a very brave kid, that one, I would be too if I was in this situation.” He says, smiling kindly at the stowaway,
“Hey, it's ok, you're safe now.”
“Wait.. you’re, you're the kid that was with Hawkeye when we were dueling,” Vista states, taking a closer look at the winged child
Reader looks up at that
“You know, Dad?” He mumbles
“Oh yes, yes, we know who he is,” Vista answers as he gets on his knees beside Ace.
“What are you doing on this ship, kid? You know this isn’t the type of lifestyle for someone as young as you?”
He unfurls himself from His wings slightly
“I -I left the raft. Dad told me to stay on the raft no matter what, but I thought he was going to get hurt, and then Uncle Shanks came, and I got scared they were going to fight again,” he rambles on
“I think we finally have the story here. That sounds like an adventurous kid,” Ace says, rubbing his brow in thinking
“A bit brave and reckless, too,” he adds on
“He’s definitely got a good head on his shoulders,” Izou says approvingly of the boy
“Okay, you ended up on the battlefield because you got scared for your father, but how did you end up here in the Moby Dick.” Inquires Marco, looking down at him
“Everything was confusing; there was so much going on, so umm, I kinda ended up here..”
“Aww, Kid, we’ve all been through times like that; I’m sure your father will be grateful you at least took the initiative to get to him,” Thatch says with a smile.
“But, you can’t just board a pirate’s ship and expect them to be kind; you might not be as lucky next time,” he says, kneeling down in front of him
Marco sighs
“let’s bring him out to Pops; we’ll talk about what we’ll do from there.”
“Yes, I think that’s enough questions for now; I don’t think this kid needs a full-on interrogation just yet,” Vista adds.
Reader gets up hesitantly and approaches Vista, stretching his up, opening and closing his hands
Vista chuckles, lifting the child and putting him on his hip
“Are you really Hawkeyes kid?”
He nods
“Are you friends with Dad?”
“Not exactly…I mean, we know each other and have fought before…” Vista trails off, slightly unsure of what he wants to say
“There’s…mutual respect between us, but we have found ourselves on opposite sides on the battlefield.” he says, mulling over his words, trying to define their relationship best not to alarm the small child.”
“Regardless, we will help you return to your father; do not worry.” Ace states
“What are your names?”
“I am Vista of the Flower Swords”
He gestures at the group
Portgas D. Ace.”
“Jozu of the Diamond”
“Marco the Phoenix”
“Thatch, Head of the Ships Cooks
Flintlock Pistols Izou.”
“Geez, Vista, No need to be so formal.” Thatch sighs
Reader smiles, his wings flapping happily behind him
“Im Dracule Reader, umm Reader from Papa!”
“Reader? What an interesting name for a little boy.” Izou says with a slight chuckle
“This is Pops, Whitebeard, the captain of this ship,” Vista says, walking in front of said man
Reader awes at the man fluttering out of Vista’s hold and up to Whitebeard
“You’re big! You’re bigger than the humandrills at home!” He says, circling around him
“I was wondering who was making that ruckus; what brings this brat here,” he says, glancing at the flying boy
“He said his name was Reader, Dracule Reader,” Marco said, glancing up at both
“Dracule? What is your relation to Hawkeye?”
“That’s Papa!”
“Hawkeye is your father?” He says, looking over to Marco, who nods
“Vista confirmed it; he saw this one lingering around the battlefield close to Hawkeye.”
“That is correct, pops; the little one is Hawkeye's son,” he says proudly, pointing at Reader
“We found him hiding in the storage room.” Marco clarified
“He said he followed his father into the battlefield but lost him in the heat of the battle,” Vista says, explaining the circumstances as to how Reader found his way to Whitebeard's crew
“I see, in that case, Bring me a Den Den Moshi,” Whitebeard says to one of the nurses next to him
“We’ll get into contact with your father.”
“You’ll help me get back? But Mister Vista of the Flower swords said you were fighting with Dad.”
“Yes, your father and we are on opposite sides; however, your father was just following orders from the Marines, and regardless if he was an enemy or not, you are not. I know the pain of losing a son,” he says, glancing at Ace
“Because I know the pain, I do not wish it upon anyone right now; this is not between enemies but between fathers. You were not involved in the fight, and as such, there is no need for you to suffer from it,” he grunts as the nurses bring him the Den-Den Mushi
Reader’s lip quivers
“Thank you!”
“You’re safe now, kid; we’re going to call your dad and let him know you’re safe; once we do, we can arrange somewhere to meet. You’re lucky you picked the right ship to stow away on, kid,” Marco says
“I’m sure your father is worried sick trying to find you. Don’t worry; we’ll make the arrangements to get you back to your dad,” Thatch says with a smile
Reader flies down to to where the commenders stood
“Thank you, Marco, the Phoenix and Thatch head of ship cooks.”
Marco chuckles at this
“Vista, this is why I said not to be so formal! Oi kid, no need for titles.” Thatch groans out
“Is Thatch head of the ships cooks not your name? But Vista of the flower swords said those were your names?”
Thatch chuckles
” You’re something else, kid; I like you.”
“Ah?” He tilts his head, confused
“I can see you are going to be quite the handful; Vista told you our names and Epithets, surnames in Ace’s case; you don’t need to call me Flintlock Pistols Izou; you can just call me Izou,” he comments, chuckling, along with the other commanders
”Izou’s right; we all have titles or epithets; you’ve got a good head on you, kid; how about you give it a try,” the chef said, gesturing to himself
“Umm, Thatch Cooks?”
“Cooks? Now I’m not sure if you’re messing with me or not,” he laughs
“Not quite that; try again, just one word,” he says while trying to hold back his laughter
“Thatch?”
“That’s right, see, not so hard you’re already learning.” he laughs and ruffles his head
He beams at the compliment and glances at Vista
“Vista?”
“Haha, that’s my name, kid,” he says.
“Well done!” he exclaims happily, picking him up once again and placing him on his shoulders
Joyous giggles escape the small boy, holding onto his head and flapping his wings occasionally to keep balance until he picks up the sound of the Den Den Mushi ringing and a familiar voice coming through
“Hawkeye,” Whitebeard calls curtly
“What do you want, Shirohige? If this concerns the recent battle, I really do not have time-
“It’s about your son; he is here.”
Mihawk falls silent for a moment
“What?”
“Your son stowed away on the Moby Dick; he said he was trying to escape the head of the battle and ended up in my ship.”
“Where are you?”
“We are approaching Sabaody Archipelago.”
“Very well. I will be there shortly.”
“We’ll be waiting for you,” he said, hanging up and glancing toward the child
“He will meet us at the next Island.”
Reader can’t help but laugh with relief, glad that they will see their father soon
Vista chuckles
“You’re in a better mood than you were when we first discovered you now, aren’t you?”
He nods
“Im gonna see Dad again!”
“You sure are; you just have to stick with us, and we’ll ensure you get to him safe and sound,” Ace exclaims
“Okay!”
Vista smiles, taking off his iconic hat and placing it over the child
They giggle as the hat envelops them, and he raises it slightly to take a small peek and be able to see
Ace smiles at the gesture, happy to see the kid smile after the traumatic ordeal he’s been through
“Glad you are in a better mood,” Ace grins, ruffling Reader’s hair
“That’s good to hear, kid; I’m happy as well,” Marco adds, giving the kid’s hat a little pat before pulling it back down to cover them
They shriek cheerfully as they are once again enveloped by the hat
“Gurararara, We’ve got ourselves a live one; didn't get that from your father, that’s for sure.” he grinned as the ship pulled up to the Archipelago; it was still dark out but slowly beginning to become morning in the distance
“Hm? Isin’t that Hawkeye over there?” Thatch comments, squinting his eyes to a small raft that slowly approached the Moby Dick
“Let’s not get too close to the raft; let him approach us,” Izou says, looking towards the raft
“He won’t try anything, not with his son here, and Im sure even someone like him can tell when he is outnumbered with all of our commanders and pops here Marco says, leaning against the railing and staring at the approaching raft
Ace approaches the railing, trying to get a better view of the raft, looking to make out the figure at the front
“It is him.”
“Dad?” The small child says, peeking out from under the hat again
“Dad!” He exclaims, taking off towards the approaching raft, ignoring the calls from the pirates as he barrels into Mihawk, hugging him tightly, tears pooling in his eyes as he apologizes repeatedly.
“I’m sorry, Dad; you told me to stay in the raft, but I thought you would get hurt, and I just caused more trouble for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cries
Mihawk stands frozen for a second, taken back by his son’s words
“No. Your apology is unnecessary. The fault lies in me for leaving you alone. What’s important is that you are back with me now.” he says, embracing him
“Look, I require you to stay by my side from now on, okay? No more running off by yourself.” Mihawk says as the raft gradually comes closer to the Moby Dick.
He nods his head vigorously, the hat too big for his head, wobbling around at the movement
Mihawk glances up at the hat and raises an eyebrow mutely, questioning his child
“It’s Mister Vista’s”
“Is that so?” he says, glancing up at the Moby Dick, spotting said man along with the commanders and Whitebeard himself leaning against the railing, watching father and son
Whitebeard’s gaze slowly falls upon Mihawk.
“You’ve got yourself a handful there, Hawkeye. But I must say, it’s good to see someone capable of putting the past behind them; such is the innocence of childhood.”
“Indeed, it is something that I have sworn myself to protect at all cost,” he says, looking back upon his son
“We meet Again, Hawkeye,” Vista says, grinning at the swordsman
“It seems we do, Vista of the Flower Swords; you have my gratitude for taking care of my son
“It was my pleasure; he is definitely something special, though,” he says with a chuckle
“Let us finish the fight we put on hold the next time we see each other; I anxiously wait to see who will come on top; the promise of that is enough payment for me.”
“Then so it shall be; the next time we encounter, we will let our blades finish what they started,” he said, preparing to return home with his son
“Ah, wait!” He said, flying back to the Moby Dick and gently placing Vista’s hat on his head once again
“Thank you, Mister Vista, thank you, everyone; I hope I can see you again! I had fun!”
“You’ll be seeing me again someday, kid, so make sure you do all you can to get stronger,” he says, lowering the child to the ground, ruffling his hair
“You’re going to make quite a fine pirate someday,” Vista laughs, ruffling the boy’s hair. “now get on back to your father and get some rest; this was a big day for you.”
“And don’t worry, kid, all of you are always welcome on my ship; just make sure next time to board it the proper way and not as a stowaway,” Whitebeard says with a broad smile
“I couldn’t agree more. Don’t be a stranger, kid!” Ace says to the pair as he watches over the kid
“You’re lucky it was us you picked to stow away with, kid; you have nothing to worry about from us,” Marco adds, ruffling Reader’s head
Whitebeard’s gaze falls upon the two once again as they bid their farewells to the kid
Future parts with Uncle shanks? Or Maybe Whitebeard pirates babysitting?
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hi can i ask for izou hcs with s/o that sucks at makeup😞 like, him almost fighting with helping them put it on and stuff
Yess <3
Izou x GN Reader
SFW
You didn’t wear makeup very often around the ship. You were too busy focusing on your duties and, to be honest, the way you would sweat from a hard day's work. It just wasn’t worth the effort for it to run or get ruined by the ever-changing moods of the weather.
However, the times you did, your boyfriend would often have something to say.
Izou would narrow his eyes, purse his lips, and tsk at you. Now, your makeup was never bad. It just wasn’t up to Izou’s level of perfection.
“You should let me teach you some makeup tricks,” He said one day as he brushed back your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as he admired your face.
You melted into his touches, feeling his thumbs gently brush along your cheeks. Then you huffed as he held your face firmly, turning your head from side to side and scrutinizing the job you'd done on your blush and eyeliner.
“Is that an offer or a threat?” you asked with a chuckle, and from the look on his face, you knew it was the latter.
Soon, you were in his room, sitting on a chair and staring at your reflection as he tsked, tutted, and mumbled to himself as he dug into the depths of his collection. Occasionally, he held up colours against your skin, judging what he thought would suit you and where he wanted to go with it.
“Well,” Izou began as he met your eye in the mirror. “I think this will look great on you,” he shook the bottle and smiled.
You felt like a cat being bathed against your will for the next half an hour. He was fast and strong, and as you swotted at him, he dodged and ducked. “My love, you just smudged everything I worked on, and we need to do it again,” Izou sighed as he adjusted you in the chair again and applied the eyeliner. You whined as you tried to sit perfectly still. He was amazing at what he did, and you knew you were being fussy, but couldn’t he just show you what to do on himself?
He was firm but gentle, not wanting to hurt you; he was just going into full-blown Izou knows best mode.
“I love how thick your lashes look with that mascara, but we need a little more,” he said with a hum, tapping his cheek as he mused over his options before pulling something out of his drawer: eyelash curlers, something you’d never used.
“Okay, I think I hear someone calling me,” you sprung out of your seat just to be pulled back by your shoulder, seeing the devious grin on Izou’s face. “Oh darling, we aren’t finished yet,” he said, gently kissing the side of your head. “I promise it won’t hurt,” his voice softened before as he gave you a comforting smile.
“Alright then… I’ll allow it.” Izou’s smile grew, happy you were letting him have his way.
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IZOU X FEM READER / NSFW
WC: 3.9k
CW: soft dom!izou, sub!reader, mouth fucking, izou puts lipstick on you and then ruins the look, he also drops the lipstick at one point so oops, hopefully it isn't expensive. *washes hands*
A SUMMARY: You and Izou have always danced around the unspoken sexual attraction between the two of you. Now that you have him in your room, with a little confidence, you try to cross the line between friendship and more.
Izou floods your senses the moment he walks into your bedroom. The heady scent of his cologne; seductive, and simultaneously ambiguous. Its detailed description eluded you every time, the same way the meaning behind his smiles and lingering looks did. You could never make heads or tails of what Izo meant to you; of what you meant to him. The uncertainty of the ‘something’ that was shared between you would haunt you even in your sleep. You’d wake up from dreams you couldn’t remember, with your heart in your throat and the taste of doom in the back of your mouth.
You feel that acrid taste on your tongue even now, as you observe him touch your belongings. His tapered fingers lightly tap the cosmetics you left littered on your vanity. It felt strangely intimate to watch him pick them up, one by one, his hawkish gaze inspecting every item with intense curiosity. The sharpness of his jaw, and the tapered end of his nose, his long straight lashes–it all was so beautiful you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.
Izou’s curiosity finally settles on one of your lipsticks. He picks it up and uncaps it, slowly turning the mechanism at the bottom to reveal the treasure hiding inside the tube. It’s a vivid rouge red, brand new. You hadn’t used it yet. You were saving it for a special occasion; but as with things left on your court to do–the initiative was never there. Cowardice makes your tongue feel heavy, so your next words tumble out clumsily:
“Do you like it?” He turns his face slightly to observe you, a thin well groomed eyebrow rising with his unspoken questions. They were always there. You could sense them hanging off the planes of his face, the knuckles of his beautiful fingers. There were always questions you felt he wanted to ask, answers he sought but neither you or him ever addressed the elephant in the room.
Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.
“It’s pretty,” he finally answers. Izou swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. You take in a sharp breath as the desire to press your lips against his neck clouds your thoughts. The long shape of his neck is elegant, and his broad shoulders look muscular even under his loose yukata. The silhouette was a refined tease. It showed just enough to whet your appetite but the hidden secrets underneath its silkiness was a temptation you wished to know more of.
“You can try it on if you want,” you push on. Today Izou has agreed to help you get ready for the local summer festival. You were unsure how to wear your yukata, how to put up your hair or do your makeup. It was your first time, but everyone’s excitement about it infected you. Izou so kindly offering to help you only served to motivate you more. You fiddle nervously with the waist strap keeping your obi in place, trying not to pay too much attention to how Izou applied the lipstick on his lips.
It is a failed effort. Your dark eyes are honed in on the creamy lipstick; how it covers his bottom lip in color. He traces his top lip, the contrast between the red and the fairness of his skin makes his cupid bow all the more evident. He was a talking, walking piece of art. You had thought so even before. The cruel reminder makes you feel inadequate to be in his presence but when he turns to you with a small smile you feel it flutter away into nothingness.
The warmth of his playful grin soothes your ruffled feathers.
“Your turn,” he declares, and before you can decline him, he reaches out with a free hand to clasp your chin between thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth.” You stare up at him, heart hammering away between your ribs. There’s a darkness in his eyes you can’t look away from; and you fall into the abyss. He lets go of your chin only to press his thumb against the soft flesh of your bottom lip.
“I said open.” He presses down with some force and your lips part as you breathe in a sharp gasp. His lips stretch into a Cheshire grin. His dark eyes shimmer even in the dim lighting of the room. “That’s a good girl. It’s easier if you just listen to me.”
You nod subtly, afraid to move too much and damage his work. Izou drags the lipstick across your bottom lip. You watch him with his eyes downcast, his black eyelashes look so beautiful against his pale cheeks, you wish you could touch them. You both envied and desired his beauty. In more ways than one. He uses his knuckles under your chin to make you look higher up.
“Look up, darling,” he says sweetly, carefully painting your top lip. “The shape of your mouth is so pretty. You should wear color on it more often.” Gently, he holds your chin to tilt your face from side to side. There’s a small frown settling between his brows as he purses his lips. Silent laughter shakes his shoulder. “Although it’s a shame it’s so small. No wonder you eat in such small bites.”
His smile turns crooked, and heavy. You feel his gaze on your lips, and your mouth runs dry. There it was again–that certain something that was never addressed. You had always toyed with crossing the line, with taking his bait but always feared having interpreted it all wrong.
But now he was in your room, and surely, this was flirting, wasn’t it? You lick your lips nervously, tasting the chemicals of the lipstick immediately on your tongue. Izou sucks his teeth noisily. You know he’s about to chastise you, perhaps apply more lipstick now that you’ve partially ruined his careful work. You know this and yet you can’t keep the heat away. You can’t stop from insane thoughts taking away your common sense. What if you crossed the line now? What if he crossed it with you?
“It’s small,” you tell him at last, reaching out for his wrist. He is still holding your chin in one hand, the lipstick in the other. You curl your fingers around his cold skin. “But there’s a lot I can do with it.”
Izou seems to be frozen. At least that’s the impression you get. You know he isn’t from the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, how his chest now rises a little bit quicker.
“Is that so?” he replies slowly, his thumb now drawing circles on the corner of your mouth. “As usual, you think very highly of yourself. It truly is so little,” he insists, squishing your face with his hand. Your cheeks push against each other, and your lips purse with his strength. It is uncomfortable to be in this hold like this, especially as he brings you a little bit closer to his face. You falter in your position, getting on your tippy-toes to keep from falling over. “What’s the best you can do?”
Your heart threatens to explode on you. You feel a painful surge of adrenaline taking over your chest before it turns into searing heat. It traverses through your veins, filling your extremities with tingling pleasure. You pull at his wrist, and he releases your face. Slowly, you lower yourself as best as you can in your yukata, until you are kneeling on the ground in front of him.
“I-i can show you,” you stammer quietly, your own voice barely registering in your ears. Izou looks down at you, some of his ebony hair softly framing his face. Your lungs feel empty, so you take a deep breath; noisy and desperate. Izou tilts his head as he watches you. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” you turn your gaze away from him, as a flush takes over your face. It feels hot, and your eyes fill up with tears. You’re so embarrassed at yourself but now that you have taken it this far, it would be a shame to give up halfway. “You can always instruct me. I do well with guidance.”
There’s a moment of silence. It’s probably shorter than it feels, but it makes you think it’s eternal. You clutch your hands into fists, so tightly it becomes painful as your clipped nails start biting into your skin. You clutch them even tighter when Izou laughs. You look up sharply, eyes narrowed, and filled with unshed tears. The shame slowly turns to anger, and you begin to retract everything spoken until Izo reaches down with one hand, still standing before you.
His fingers ghost over your cheeks, cold and fleeting. His icy touch soothes the heat of your cheeks.
“You’re so sweet,” he says gently. His voice is melodic, and soft. “Do you promise?” he asks as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. You nod once. Izo taps your nose with one finger. “Good. Well?” He asks you next. You look up at him perplexed. He tilts his head again, his brows knitted together in anticipation.
You blink up at him, unsure of what he was expecting of you. He looks down at himself, where his crotch would be under the clothing, and your mouth parts in acknowledgement.
“R-right,” you stammer again, and reach out with trembling hands. You barely touch the fabric in front of him before Izou is sucking on his teeth again.
“Aht aht,” he chides, with a small shake of his head. “No, my darling. You can’t use your hands.” You look up at him, at a loss for words. He smiles down at you encouragingly. “You’ll only be using your mouth today. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nod again, and bring down your hands. You shuffle on the floor slightly, your knees painful against the hard floor. You know there will be bruises on them later, but it would all be worth it for as long as you can keep up your bravado.
The closer you move your face towards Izou’s crotch, the harder your breathing gets. You can hear yourself panting, feel the moisture of your own breath bouncing back against your face. You inhale the scent of his yukata, and detect his unique scent, mixed with soap. You hum lightly as you press your face deeper.
“Let me help you,” Izou declares. His voice is lower than before, and you can detect a slight tone of impatience. His hand is still gentle when he cups the back of your head. “It seems you’re having a hard time finding me.”
He chuckles lightly, when you yelp as his hips jut out towards you. Somewhere pressed against your cheek is a softness that begins to harden. You hungrily turn your mouth towards it. You kiss him through the cloth, feeling him harden slightly.
“Don’t worry about the lipstick,” he tells you, noticing how you seem to hesitate on adding pressure. “I don’t mind being dirty.”
Desire sits perilously at the pit of your stomach. You consider pushing it off the cliff, along with the rules of your arrangement–anything if it meant you could hold the weight of his cock in your hands. The fear of him walking away, and losing any and all opportunities to get closer to him was far greater than your perverse fantasy. You use your nose to push your way inside between the fabrics. You gasp at the sight of his exposed cock, half hard as it decides which way to lay. His balls look heavy already as they hang from his frame between his legs.
He must have heard your shock because he laughs even as he pushes on your head again, egging you on.
“Aren’t you lucky?” his voice finds its way to you, even with your blood pounding in your ears. “I’m not wearing any underwear today.”
Izou side steps, giving you more space between his legs. You angle yourself enough to drop a kiss on the inside of each thigh; a red lip mark left behind each time. There’s a faint scent of sweat that isn’t entirely unpleasant as you drag your tongue along his shaft. You bring it back down to toy with his balls. It quickly gets messy as you slurp him into your mouth, his soft grunts encouraging you even more.
“Don’t tease me, beloved,” he hisses, his hand still on the back of your head. You hear something small drop to the floor, as his other hand joins you. “Put them in your mouth already.” You open your mouth and ever so slowly scoop his sack into your mouth. “Nngh,” he grunts. You feel him stiffen slightly as you close your mouth slightly around him. “Yes, now suck. Hurry.”
Izou’s head snaps back when you actually listen to him, when you finally give him the pleasure he wanted. The more you curl your tongue around his balls, the more his hips move, the more he just wants to hammer into that pretty little mouth of yours and ruin you forever. The idea of your lipstick smearing around your mouth and all over his cock is making him even hornier. He grabs your hair and pulls away suddenly.
“Move,” he orders you and you look up at him in a daze. Already your lipstick is smudged in one corner. Your cheeks are bright, and there is a hazy shine to your eyes that fill the pit of his stomach with heat. You had just started, and you were already halfway gone. He chuckles softly, and brushes the back of his fingers against one of your cheeks.
“Move over there,” he points at the bed. “Stay on the floor. Your back against it.”
You follow his instructions without a single word of disagreement. You scoot back until your back is against the mattress, leaving you nowhere to retreat. Izou lowers himself in front of you until he’s standing on his knees. Your heart runs faster as he pushes fabric aside to grab his own cock. His large hand pumps up and down, using his thumb to catch the bead of precum sitting at the tip.
“Open,” Izou commands as he moves his hand towards your mouth. You listen, of course. Izou pushes his thumb inside your mouth, and drags the precum across your tongue, and against the inside of one of your cheeks.
“Now suck. Make sure you don’t miss a drop.” You suck on his thumb as if you had been starved for days. Moaning even as you curl your tongue around his digit. Izou watches you with parted lips, his own breathing becoming heavier as he watches you.
“Look at you,” he whispers, his free hand around your throat. “I always knew you and I were the same.”
He pulls out his thumb from your mouth, and cups your cheek. He leans down to brush his nose against yours. His hand is surprisingly rough against your skin, as he brushes the side of your face with his palm. His breath smells sweet as he speaks against your mouth.
“So full of dirty desires, aren’t you?”
He kisses you next, forceful with closed lips at first. It isn’t long before his gentleness gives away. It splinters off as his tongue pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hands pressed against the floor. It’s sloppy, messy, wet and imprecise. It lacked all the elegance and refinement with which Izou usually carried himself. When he pulls away, you feel the coolness of the air on your drool covered chin.
“I want you to open your mouth again,” he tells you, his cock once again in his hand. You swallow as you look at it, and take in its girth. Perhaps you had overestimated yourself. You curl. your fingers into fists and press them against the cold ground. As your mouth parts, Izou adjusts himself on his standing kneeling position, moving closer towards you. He taps your bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Come on, darling. I’ve been waiting long enough.”
You open your mouth as wide as it goes, and flatten your tongue. Izou slides into your mouth slowly. You focus on breathing through your nose as you feel him fill up your mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” he groans, pushing his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. Izou snaps his hips slowly at first, making sure not to push too deep or too fast.
You watch his face carefully, deeply focusing on breathing through your nose and not gagging as he fucks your mouth. Your head bounces slightly against the mattress with every thrust he gives into your mouth. It pushes you against him, helping him inadvertently reach deeper into your mouth each time. His lashes flutter slightly every time he pushes into your mouth. There’s a slight wrinkle of his noise every now and again you can’t decipher the reason behind until he speaks.
“Careful,” he hisses with a curl of his lip. Your heart seizes with temporary fear. “Your teeth.” He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the drool of your mouth with the back of your hand. Red smears against your cheek and against your arm as you do so. Izo smiles. “Curl your lips, and relax. You have to relax, love.”
You nod repeatedly, feeling at the moment as if that was all you were good at. Izou taps his cock against your mouth again, and you open your mouth, taking his instructions and applying them. Izou seems satisfied with your efforts this time as he picks up the pace. His hips now brutally snapping in rhythm as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You gag repeatedly, and your eyes water as you fight your gag reflex. You fear the worst when you taste something in the back of your throat, so you shut your eyes tightly, curling your tongue and sucking as hard as you can.
Izou cries out, and he pushes even deeper. Your eyes fly open as you swear you feel him trying to shove himself down your throat.
“That’s it,” he breathes out harshly between pants. There’s a soft moan in the back of his throat he tries to smother. “That’s it. Look at me.”
The head of his cock keeps hitting the back of your throat. There’s a burning soreness there that you know will make it painful to talk tomorrow but you don’t care. You don’t care about your achy knees, or how tears slide down your cheeks. You don’t care that you can barely see Izou’s silhouette through your wet lashes. All you care is that he’s kneeling there, using your mouth, his fingers now buried in your hair. All you care about is that you can hear him moaning softly, saying your name so quietly you think it’s a dream.
Although he’s fucking your mouth at a brutalizing pace, it doesn’t stop you from fantasizing. It doesn’t keep the thoughts of him pounding in your pussy just like this away. You wish he would; desperately. Your panties are soaked, and you try to rub your legs together, the sensation silky and pleasurable against your folds and inner thighs. You try to bring your hands to the front of your yukata, to feel any part of yourself–breasts or the center between your thighs but Izou grabs your hair and shakes it in his hold.
“I said no hands,” he growl, still fucking into your mouth as he frowns down at you. “Hnng. Not even to touch yourself.” His own thoughts and speech are interrupted by pleasure. He groans gently before he can proceed again. “Is that understood?” You nod and relax your jaw once again.
You moan as he continues fucking your mouth, moans that almost sound like sobbing. It’s just when you think you won’t be able to speak for days that Izou’s hips start faltering.
“I’m close,” he mutters, his hold on your hair tightening.
Izou looks down at your mouth. He takes in the way he fills you up, how your mouth can barely take him in. He bets your cheeks feel sore from being stretched, that your jaw might even lock up later. There’s a perverse joy that comes with this knowledge. The same way that ring of red around the very base of his shaft brings. Just knowing he had been deep in that little mouth of yours, so deep that you have shed tears brings him closer to his orgasm.
It’s not your mouth, or your smeared lipstick, your dirty cheeks stained with mascara and tears that does him in; but it’s your wet eyes, your curled lashes tapered with tears. It’s that look of reverence even as you sob on his cock that snaps the core deep in his belly. His breath is ragged, as he cries out gently when he cums inside your mouth.
You make no intention to move, and he grips your hair tightly. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you sternly even as his hips stutter. As he slowly comes with his high, he pulls out of your mouth slowly. “Don’t spit it out either.” You nod quietly, bulging cheeks and pursed lips make you seem innocent and adorable. Izou laughs. He caresses your cheek gently with one hand, his other goes to cup your chin. “Open. Show me first.”
You open your mouth, curling your tongue to hold on to his semen. He looks at it, milky white as it pools on the center of your pink tongue. Izou smiles and nods once. “You can swallow now.” He watches you push it down, and notes the wrinkle of your nose as you do so. He takes no offense to it, and instead pats your head gently. “You did such a wonderful job.” Izou kisses your forehead gently, and then your cheek. “Don’t move.”
You don’t follow with your eyes as he leaves. You’re still delirious from lust, and slightly unsatisfied. Something you could easily blame Izou for but decide to just concede this time. Besides, your legs were tingling as they had fallen asleep. You untuck them from under you with a small cry, and beat them gently with your fists as you try to get some blood circulating back into them again. Izou returns in the middle of your efforts with a cup of tea in his hands.
“Oh dear,” he says with raised brows. His voice sounds heavy with concern. He lowers himself to your level, and presses the cup of tea against your hands. “Here, drink this first. It has plenty of honey,” he helps you bring it to your mouth.
Izou watches you with a frown, and doesn’t let go until he is satisfied that you’d do as he says. As you start drinking on your own, Izou starts massaging your legs.
“Let me take care of you this time.” He looks up from where he is exposing one leg from under your yukata.
Despite what had transpired, you somehow find it in you to be embarrassed at the feel of his cold fingers sliding against the back of your calf. He brushes the tip of his index finger right across behind your knee. You shudder under his touch. His eyes take life, and you see the smile begin to curl itself upwards.
“Since you already will be without voice come tomorrow. Why don’t I show you what my mouth can do?”
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Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo
Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)
Word Count: 10,427 (I'm sorry.)
CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)
Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.
Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.
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The safety discussion had been summarized one last time, preferences and limits clearly defined so there was no confusion.
You’re still not sure how it happened–sure, you could name the sequence of events that led up to it, the friends-with-benefits relationships with each of them, the drunken admittance of your deepest fantasies that one night–but it still didn’t seem real.
But there you were, perched on the edge of Marco’s bed before all of them:
Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.
As the first mate, Marco had the luxury of his own quarters, and offered them as a setting for your scene. The room seemed smaller with the five of you in it, but that was fine. Should things go as planned, you wouldn’t be needing extra space.
Thatch cradled your face in one giant hand, tilting your head up so you looked him in the eye. “Ready?”
You swallowed and nodded.
“Are you sure? You look nervous.”
“I am,” you admitted, “but that’s okay. It… It makes it…” Your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were.
“Better?” Izo finished for you, smirking despite himself.
“Yeah…” It was so much easier to be honest under the influence of alcohol, but for this, it was important that you were all sober. “I’m ready.”
For a moment, no one spoke, unsure of how to start. You weren’t normally that shy, but the thought that this was really happening, and in front of all of them, had you momentarily frozen. Nervousness twisted up your insides and intertwined with the heat between your legs, making it all the more responsive. Nothing had happened yet, but just the anticipation alone made you wet.
Izo found his voice first, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well, well, well,” he said, pitched low with an eagerness that made your heart pound, “what do we have here?”
As if breaking a seal, Izo’s commencement spurred on the others.
“A Marine,” Ace’s voice dripped with disdain, and he looked down at you, shocking you at how easily he fell into the roll, “sailing all alone…”
“...and ripe for the taking,” Thatch concluded, eyes half-lidded.
A shiver ran through your body, and you wondered if they had talked about this behind your back, because they were working off each other maddeningly well already. You sucked in a shaky breath. “You might as well kill me–I’ll never talk.”
Marco chuckled darkly. “Hear that, guys? They said they’ll never talk, yoi…” He approached the bed, suddenly grabbing your shirt by the collar and yanking you onto your feet. He adjusted his grip, taking a bigger fistful of the fabric, then pulled up, until he was lifting you entirely off of the ground, bringing you face-to-face. “But I bet I can make you sing.”
You knew he was strong, but this–this was showing off, impressing the power difference between you. And it was working, your stomach flipping in place at the thought of how easy it was for him. For any of them. You weren’t weak by any means, but the Division Commanders outclassed you.
“N-Never,” you bit back, despite the obvious effect his manhandling was having on you, “I could never be affected by the likes of your kind, pirate scum!”
“Hm,” Marco leaned his head even closer, lips barely hovering over your own. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you–and then he bit your lower lip, just short of breaking the skin, making your whole body tense and drawing out an involuntary whimper.
“We’ll see.” He dropped you, and you stumbled back, into someone’s chest. You hadn’t even noticed Ace moving behind you with Marco commanding your attention.
Ace ran his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the heat of his skin, until he reached your wrists, where he tightened his grip and forced them behind your back. He nosed into your neck, inhaling your scent before dragging his hot tongue up the side and growling, “Izo, pass me the rope.”
You were already trembling from it all, Ace’s iron-like grip, his tongue, the heat radiating off his body that always seemed to intensify whenever you slept together. The scene must have excited him, because he was raising the temperature of the entire room, not to mention the hardness that pressed into your rear.
Izo plucked the length of rope from Marco’s desk and stepped over to you, handing it to Ace with one hand while the other gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “Poor little thing, shaking like a leaf. Are you that scared?”
Of all of them, it was Izo, surprisingly enough, who had the strongest dominant streak. He was entirely in his element as he smirked down at you, not giving you a chance to reply before he continued, “you should be. You got caught by the wrong pirates, my dear.”
Your trembling had nothing to do with fear, of course. The nerves were there, but the knowledge that you could stop at any time was a reassurance that only made everything hotter, in a way. You gave Izo a defiant look, even as Ace worked on tying your wrists together behind your back. “I’m not scared of you.”
Izo’s smirk widened. “No? Maybe I should tell you what we have planned for you, then… See how you feel after that. Do you want to know?” He leaned in closer. “What it is we’re going to do to you?”
Anticipation made your heart pound like a hammer. You weren’t sure if you were meant to respond until Izo’s grip tightened almost painfully on your chin. “Speak,” he ordered, the command sending a jolt between your legs.
“I d-don’t care,” you spat, “It doesn’t matter what you do–I won’t submit.”
“Is that what you think?” Izo purred, “then I think I’ll go ahead and tell you…”
Ace finished tying your wrists, the rope snug but not too tight. You pulled against it, testing the hold, but as an experienced sailor, there was no chance of the expertly-tied knot coming undone. “How’s that?” Ace whispered into your ear, momentarily breaking character.
“Green,” you responded, then tensed when he licked the shell of your ear, resisting the urge to whine.
Izo leaned down further until he was speaking into your other ear, voice husky and dark with promise. “For the next few hours, you belong to us. And we’ll do whatever we want with you. You’re going to be stuffed full–in every hole–until you can’t think about anything but our cocks. We’re going to fuck you so well that for the rest of your life, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that the best orgasms you ever had were at the hands of pirate scum.”
You could physically feel yourself getting wetter with every sentence, breath catching in your throat. He was too good at this, evident in how his words were affecting the others, as well. Thatch was palming at his crotch, breathing less evenly. Marco bit his lip, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling repeatedly. You had the sudden mental image of a bird of prey’s talons closing around a mouse. The thought was not helping.
Ace’s lips attached to the side of your neck then, and you clamped your mouth shut to muffle the whine that rose in turn, but it was still audible. The men reacted like dogs to a whistle, eyes locked onto you at the sound. Ace didn’t let up, sucking and nibbling until your legs were shaking, one hand holding the rope around your wrists and the other clasped onto your hip.
Among your partners, you normally only let Marco leave bruises, as he could heal them after a session, leaving nothing for your crewmates to potentially tease you about. For this scene, it was allowed for the same reason. As a result, this was the first time Ace got to indulge, and you suspected he had a kink. He was clearly into it, grinding his hard-on into you shamelessly as he started on another mark a little higher up your neck.
Izo let go as he stood back to his full height, appraising your reaction, desire simmering in his dark eyes. “Look at you. We’ve barely started, and you can hardly stand.”
It was getting harder to think with Ace chewing up your neck while Izo talked down to you, but you managed to play the role despite it. “S-Shut up. The others will–mm!–will come looking for me.”
“Oh? When will that be, exactly? You aren’t scheduled to arrive at your destination for days, pretty thing. And we’ve taken your transponder snail.”
Ace broke away from your neck to growl into your ear, “No one is coming to save you.” And then his tongue was on your neck again, licking his way to a new spot to bruise.
You almost lost composure at that, briefly considering just stopping the scene and begging them to take you on the spot. Sheer force of will held you together at that point. You wanted to see it through to the end, though, certain that if you just held on, the reward would be well worth it.
Izo reached into his kimono, and your pulse quickened, knowing what was coming next. The sharp edge of the dagger he withdrew glinted in the lamplight.
“I’d try and hold still, pet. Get those legs of yours under control, hm?” Izo said to you, but he glanced at Ace as he spoke. Ace got the message, pausing his ministrations and pulling you tight against him to keep you still. He did not remove his mouth from your neck.
Izo touched the tip of the dagger to the base of your throat with the barest pressure, feather-light and not enough to break the skin, before sliding it up, slowly, all the way to your chin. You were thankful for Ace’s hold on you then, because you were sure your knees would give out. It was almost embarrassing how badly it made your cunt throb.
Izo smirked like he knew.
Lowering the blade to slide flat under your shirt, he pulled it toward him, turning it so the sharp edge of the dagger was against the fabric. In a single, downward motion, he cut through the front. Then he cut through your sleeves, until the shirt was only being held in place by Ace’s body. Izo grabbed the shirt and pulled it from between you two, so you could feel Ace’s bare skin against yours.
“Oh,” you breathed, never quite able to get used to Ace’s change in temperature when he was aroused. His skin against yours was like sinking into a hot bath, contrasting against the cooler air on your chest. In any other situation, it would have been relaxing. But your focus instantly went back to Izo as he cut through both bra straps next, then the center band. He ripped that off, too, exposing your chest. He did not miss the way your nipples had hardened, and you had to bite back a pitiful noise when he touched the tip of the dagger to a nipple.
You shut your eyes, briefly overwhelmed, and the touch moved away. A moment later, you felt him pulling the hem of your pants away from your skin so he could safely slice through those as well. Soon you were only in your underwear, which Izo left alone. Satisfied, he walked over to the desk and set down the dagger, then stepped into place beside Marco and Thatch. “Who wants to go first?”
Ace resumed his steady devouring of your neck, shifting the hand on your hip forward, along the hem of your underwear, and then under it, trailing a blazing path down your mons until his fingers were separating your outer lips. He paused at feeling just how wet you were, and you felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck.
“Looks like Ace is,” Thatch muttered, not actually sounding all that bothered–he liked the show. “Look at his grin… I bet they’re soaked.”
You had to bite your lip as Ace’s hot fingers delved between your folds, stroking idly and making your knees weak. The very wet, very lewd squelching that arose only confirmed Thatch’s words. The sound had a visible effect on the men, the air in the room seeming to thicken with combined desire.
Ace let go of the rope with his other hand, moving it to your head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair close to the base before harshly forcing you to bend over. “Their mouth is free, Thatch.”
The pulling on your scalp and the roughness with which Ace handled you only fueled your fire. You thought you couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, but then Thatch approached you, unbuckling his belt, and your body was searing. He freed his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other replaced Ace’s in your hair, and leaned his hips forward until the tip pressed against your mouth.
“Go on, then, make yourself useful,” Thatch said, the tremor in his voice betraying his excitement, “you know what will happen if you bite, so why don’t you just take it like a good little prisoner?”
You met Thatch’s eye, but your glare quickly faltered due to Ace suddenly penetrating you with his fingers. Your breath hitched, momentarily unable to respond with the pressure and heat now massaging so expertly inside you.
“You’re okay. Come on,” Thatch murmured, pupils blown wide at the sight of you buckling under the pleasure, and then his voice dropped low, “open.”
The deep pitch cut through the haze and into your head, the command reaching that part of you that you couldn’t let out anywhere else, the part of you that longed to listen and obey, that wanted nothing more than to cede control. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out, unable to stop the whine that followed.
“There you go…” Thatch praised, pushing himself into your mouth with a hiss, “fuuuck…”
He was already leaking, pre-cum salty on your tongue. Your noises were quickly muffled as he inched in further, then pulled out a little, only to push back in even deeper, lubricating himself bit by bit with your saliva.
It was difficult with Ace casually fingering you, but as long as he didn’t touch your clit, you were pretty sure you could focus on both things. You relaxed your jaw, letting Thatch reach the back of your throat, and then you sucked.
“Fuck!” Thatch cursed, fingers tightening in your hair in an attempt not to ram himself down your throat, the pain making you moan around his cock. Thatch eased his grip on your hair only slightly, keeping you in place as he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that…”
Ace rested his free hand on your hip, and you felt him press a kiss to your back before licking the skin there. “Heh… They got wetter,” he announced to the others, “you love this, don’t you? Such a cockslut… I bet you let all the other Marines use you like this.”
You normally couldn’t reach orgasm without touching your clit, but with Ace gleefully degrading you, you thought for a moment you just might. It was all you could do to stay on your feet.
“Nng! I’m gonna… Go deeper,” Thatch panted, “one of you, watch for their signal for me… Ace, let up, will ya?”
With your wrists bound and your mouth full, the safety signal was you stamping your foot. You idly wondered if you’d need it–deepthroating wasn’t new, but it was always a challenge, and Thatch–all of them, really–were worked up from the scene, less prone to holding back.
Ace slowed his strokes so you could better focus on the task. Thatch pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until you were fighting the urge to gag. You willed yourself to relax, focusing on your breathing, and Thatch eased himself into the tight canal of your throat.
“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, shutting his eyes as his grip in your hair tightened again. He opened one eye to take in your expression, making sure you were still okay, before starting up gentle thrusts. “So good. So fucking good, there you go… Taking me so well…”
Spit and pre-cum combined and dribbled down your chin, and your eyes watered reflexively until tears ran down your cheeks. Off to either side, you could see Marco and Izo, standing closer than before, both of their gazes fixed onto you. Marco was desperately rubbing himself over his pants while Izo had already disrobed, both kimono and undergarments forgotten on the floor as he stroked his cock.
Thatch had his eyes shut again at how good it felt, but a muffled moan from you had him look down at you. At the sight of your tears, something must have awakened in him, because his grunts tipped into something guttural, and he went a little faster, cursing weakly. “Fuck, oh, fuck! Not yet-!”
His hips began to stutter in their pace, and then Thatch let go of your hair and pulled out with a gasp, stepping back, his cock visibly throbbing. You coughed and caught your breath, switching back to breathing through your mouth, head hanging down.
“That was close… I almost came,” Thatch panted, crouching down next to you and cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eye, thumb stroking your temple lovingly. “I want to save it… I want to cum in your cunt. Wanna fill you up, deep inside… Wanna see it dripping out of you…”
You could only whimper in response, thighs pressing around Ace’s hand. Now that you didn’t have to focus on deepthroating, he started pumping his fingers faster, and when he curled them just right, you stood up straight as if electrocuted, pressing back into him with a shaky whine.
Thatch walked over to a chair and slumped into it, taking a break so he could come down. He let out a sigh and groaned, “What a mouth…”
You leaned your head back on Ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes and generally trying to keep it together. Ace turned his head to kiss your temple, then whispered into your ear, “Eyes forward, captive. You’re far from done.”
You opened your eyes to see Marco approaching you, Izo following close behind him. Marco rested his hands on your hips, squeezing them before running them up your sides and to your front, where he groped your breasts. You bit your lip as he massaged and fondled them, but gasped when his thumbs started rubbing your nipples, the sensation like a current that ran from your chest straight to your cunt.
“Ah! N-Not there! No!” You cried, the touch igniting your whole self, a full-body sensation that spread out from between your legs.
Marco stopped immediately, going to lower his hands, but Izo caught his wrists, keeping them in place. “It’s fine, Marco. They didn’t use the safeword. You can keep going.”
Marco hesitated, then started rubbing again, and you all but thrashed, body jerking from the onslaught of stimulation but unable to escape it due to Ace’s firm hold on you.
“Oh, god! No, no, it’s–ah! It’s too much!” You pleaded, tearing up again. The attention to your nipples was making you drip, even with Ace’s hand in the way, a few clear drops on the floor beneath you slowly becoming a small puddle. Izo glanced down at it, then at you.
“My, my. So sensitive,” Izo mused, “is that really as much as you can handle? I thought surely a Marine would be tougher than that.”
“I… I…!” You started to say, then cursed, jerking again as Marco bent down to drag his tongue across a nipple. “Fuck!”
Marco licked your nipple over and over, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against it in slow passes, then using the tip to flick and circle the nub, and all you could do was take it. Your legs grew weak once more, and threatened to give out entirely when Marco closed his lips around your nipple and sucked.
Your back arched, and then your legs finally failed as Izo crouched down to suck on your other nipple. Ace held you up easily with one hand, completely unbothered by your weight as he continued to finger you all the while.
The combined sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight as they messily sucked on your breasts, your whole cunt throbbing and clenching. Through the haze of pleasure, you wondered vaguely if you’d join that small percentage of people who could come from nipple stimulation alone–but it never happened. Instead, you only stayed torturously worked up, almost to the point of edging.
‘I bet you wanna cum, huh, babe?” Ace whispered into your ear. “We won’t leave you like this forever, don’t worry… We’re pirates, not monsters. Here…”
Ace’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in practiced circles, and you jerked again with another strangled cry. With all the prior buildup of the scene, much less the current multiple points of stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body to start its climb and rapidly ascend. Every bit of pleasure seemed to accumulate between your legs and build and build, with only one end in sight.
“I’m–I’m gonna cum, I’m–!” Your words turned into a broken sob as release crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure euphoria that radiated out from your clit and spread to every inch of your body. Ace sank his teeth into your shoulder, growling at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers, slowing but not stopping their movement so as to draw out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were no longer grinding your cunt against his hand, at which he finally pulled out.
“Marco, Izo. Stop,” Ace directed, although the other two were well aware that you had finished and had already detached themselves from your chest. “Sixty seconds, remember?”
One of the rules you had in place was that after an orgasm, you needed a minimum of one minute to come down before you could be touched again, with one exception–if one of them was close, they could go past the limit, as you could always use your safeword if needed.
You slumped back against Ace, trembling and panting, your clit still pulsing with aftershocks.
“Easy does it,” Ace murmured, thumb rubbing circles on your hip, “we’re not finished, so just take a breather for now.” He brought the hand he fingered you with to his mouth, sucking your fluids from his fingers with a debauched groan, and you felt his body temperature raise another degree.
Izo stepped closer, until his cock pressed against your stomach, and he rutted against you with a pleased sigh, warm pre-cum smearing on your skin. He took your face in both hands, angling you to look at him. “Look at you. You love being our plaything, don’t you?”
Your head was swimming, but you knew he wanted an answer. The only thing adhering you to the scene at that point was the others keeping it up. “I don’t…”
“Hm, still a little fight left in you,” Izo remarked, thumbs brushing away tears, “no problem.”
“We’ll fuck it out of you,” Marco promised. “Thirty seconds left, yoi… Then you’re ours.”
Your eyes widened, because how had thirty seconds already passed? Sighing, you let your head rest in Izo’s hands, soaking in the affection that was admittedly out-of-place for the scene, though contrasted with his animalistic rutting. Gradually, your breath returned, and even though your legs found strength once more, Ace didn’t stop holding you.
“Five,” Marco counted down, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine, “four… three… two… one.”
Marco grabbed your underwear and ripped it off your body as easily as if it were made of paper, tossing it aside. He ran a finger through your folds, just to feel for himself how wet you were, sucking his lip between his teeth once he found out.
Ace’s free hand squeezed your ass, then trailed between the cheeks down to your puckered hole. A swell of panic rose within you suddenly, and you called out, “Yellow!”
As if a switch was flipped, everyone stopped instantly, pulling away from your body aside from Ace holding you. His other hand came to your shoulder, turning you so he could see your face, his own written with concern. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”
“I’m okay,” you assured, “and I definitely don’t want to stop.”
“Change your mind about anal?”
You shook your head. “No, that’s not it. I–I want that, too.” You raised your voice enough for Thatch to hear from his spot in the chair, a few feet away. “I just wanted to remind everyone, before we go any further: Anything that goes in my ass–tongue, fingers or dick–doesn’t go in the front or in my mouth afterward. Okay?” That was a lesson you had to learn the hard way, a triple infection that led to a humiliating visit to Marco. It was he who taught you how to play it safe.
The other four all agreed, verbally confirming that they understood.
Ace thought for a moment. “Unless we use a condom first, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay,” Ace said, “hey, Thatch. Pass me a condom.”
Another shiver ran down your spine at that. Thatch stood up, and Ace added, “And a glove, and the lube, please.”
The requested items were wordlessly grabbed off the desk and brought to Ace, Thatch pausing to trace your lips with his index finger before he returned to his seat.
Ace turned you to face Marco and Izo again, so you could not see, but only hear the noises of him setting up: the snap of the latex glove on his hand, the squirt of the lube bottle, the wet smear of it between his fingers. You started to tremble again, and the men in front of you noticed, Marco petting your head while Izo’s smirk returned.
Ace’s fingers, now slick with lube, found your asshole once more. You expected the lube to be cold, but Ace had quickly warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He traced the ring of muscle teasingly, enjoying the way you tried to stifle your noise as a result, before penetrating you slowly with one finger.
You tensed, not meaning to make it difficult, but it felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Oh…”
“Relax,” Ace said softly, “just let me in… There, just like that, good…”
You bucked your hips back into his hand slightly, whimpering through a closed mouth and straining helplessly against the ropes binding your wrists. Ace probed deeper, until he reached the knuckle, then pulled back out, squeezing more lube onto his finger before pressing back in.
“You really like that, huh?” Marco commented, glancing below you, “dripping again, all over my floor.”
“Such a slut,” Izo’s grin was wicked, “getting off on being used by the enemy. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” you moaned, both in response to Izo and to the fact that Ace inserted a second finger.
“Tell me how much you love it, and maybe I’ll touch that needy little clit of yours, yoi,” Marco said, voice low in a way that was unlike him. It seemed the scene was teaching everyone something new about themselves.
Like you needed any more prompting. “I love it,” you moaned shamelessly, “please. I love it so much, please touch me, sir…”
“Sir, huh?” Marco’s lip curled in satisfaction before he reached between your legs, finding your clit on the first try. He rubbed slowly and gently, adding to the sensation of Ace fingering your ass rather than distracting from it. It was almost unfair how well they worked together. “That’s Commander to you, Marine. That goes for all four of us.”
Ace kept applying lube intermittently, more than he really needed for just his fingers, and you realized his intent when the characteristic sound of a foil wrapper tearing hit your ears. You could hear his breathing get heavier with excitement as he unrolled the condom onto himself, then added a generous coating of lube.
“Gimme a hand,” Ace spoke over your shoulder, at the other two. Even as the shortest one among them, he was still tall enough compared to you that he needed to pick you up to bring his hips level with yours.
Marco abandoned your clit in order to grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Ace placed one hand below Marco’s on your hip, the other lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against and then slowly penetrated your asshole. Ace threw his head back with a curse as Marco helped ease you down, lower and lower until Ace bottomed out.
Ace’s other hand came to your other side, and when his bare fingers dug into your hips, you realized he had discarded the glove at some point. “I–” Ace had to pause, briefly overwhelmed. “...I got ‘em, Marco, th-thanks.”
“Sure.” Marco released his hold, letting Ace support you, and you were certain he’d leave bruises with the strength of his grip. Not that you minded–the pain enhanced the pleasure the same way sweet and savory food complemented each other. A little bit of one (or even a lot, depending on your mood) went a long way in increasing the other.
Ace pulled back his hips just slightly before snapping them forward, like he didn’t want to be outside of you for a second, gasping as he did. “Tight! Oh, god, that’s tight. Fuck…”
The action drew a small moan out of you, a second following shortly after as Ace started up an easy pace. With his strength, he was able to hold you steady as he went, your body only moving forward a little when he bucked into you. You wondered why he didn’t just bounce you on him, until you realized he was attempting to make it easier for the other two to touch you.
Marco must have realized it, as well, because he went back to rubbing your clit a second later, making you twitch and keen under the dual sensations. Ace was splitting you open so nicely, the lube ensuring he slid in with little resistance. The slick, wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out seemed to amplify the feeling of being filled, your sensitive passage contracting around him without rhythm. His grunts and groans in your ear only made it better, voice raspy with the enticing sound of his unraveling.
“Beautiful,” Izo crooned, jerking himself off to the sight. His free hand grabbed your jaw, and then he was kissing you, firm and demanding. You moaned into his mouth and he licked at your tongue, tasting you for a breathless moment before biting your lip. He moved the hand on your jaw to the base of your throat, making room for him to kiss along your jaw and work his way down to the side of your neck Ace had left untouched, eager to sow his own field bruises.
The third point of stimulation was enough to start working your body up again, a slow but sure swelling that smoldered with the promise of ecstasy.
“Izo!” You cried as his teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your neck, “Ace… M-Marco!”
Izo bit down a little harder, as if in admonishment, at the same time that Marco growled, “Commander,” in a corrective tone that made your clit throb against his fingers.
“Commander!” You gasped, voice quivering, “please!”
You did not know what you were asking for. Whatever it was, they did not give it to you. The three of them continued their relentless onslaught on your senses for what felt like hours but could have only been minutes. Behind them, Thatch must have come down enough, because he was now stroking himself with one hand while he bit into the other, absolutely enraptured with the show.
Izo marked his way both down and up your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark marks and red paint until he was back at your lips. His lipstick had smeared, and combined with his messy hair, it was the perfect image of lust indulged, the sight alone pulling a desperate noise from you.
“What, you want more? It’s still not enough for you?” Izo spoke against your lips, the taunt not at all diminished by the heaviness of his breathing.
With Ace fucking your ass and Marco teasing your clit, you couldn’t form the words, only a pitiful, needy moan.
Izo laughed softly. “I know, sweet thing, I know.” He grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between them, and lined up his cock with the dribbling entrance to your cunt.
Ace only slowed down, unwilling or unable to stop, as Izo’s cock parted your folds. He slid inside easily, thick girth posing no problem with how ridiculously wet you were, and the both of you cried out at the sensation, a harmony of high and low pitched sounds. Izo stayed still for a moment, savoring the snug, warm fit, before the feeling of Ace’s cock through your thin internal walls made him grit his teeth and rest his forehead against yours with a groan that Ace echoed behind you.
With Izo and Ace being similar in height, they were lined up perfectly, neither slipping out even as Izo started to thrust. His strokes were deeper than Ace’s, unconcerned about leaving your heat when he was only going to sheath himself again, and again, knowing he could indulge in you at his leisure. Ace had far less impulse control, fucking you with little thought but to his own pleasure at that point, leaving Izo to pace himself so they could take you with some semblance of coordination.
“C–Comman…” You couldn’t even finish saying their title, the words devolving into helpless little moans and whimpers as they ravaged you from both ends.
Marco stepped closer to keep his fingers in contact with your clit, his free hand coming up to flick one of your nipples. It sent a jolt of electricity through the cloud of pleasure that was currently your brain, making you tighten up around the dual cocks in you, Ace and Izo both gasping or moaning in turn. Finding both hands occupied but craving friction at the sight of you getting tag-teamed, Marco was glad for his significant height advantage right then, as he was at the perfect level to press his still-clothed dick against your thigh and rut.
Your body was a brewing storm, made up of hazy clouds of pleasure, bolts of nerves lighting you up brighter and brighter with every thrust and touch inside and around you, more and more intense, building, building, building. The only thought in your head was the goal, the crest over the hill, so close you could cry from how badly you wanted it.
For a wonderful, terrifying moment, you were stuck at the edge, that desperate moment right before the peak, riding the knife’s edge of bliss without truly attaining it. So good, but not enough, a taste of liberation that only made you long for nirvana. You couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in your ears, pulsing in time with your heart and your cunt. And then Izo angled just right against your g-spot and Marco rubbed your clit just so and Ace just kept pounding your ass like he’d never get to fuck again in his life, and you tipped over and were gone. It was easily the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced, momentarily separated from the outside world and all stimuli but the intense throbbing of every part of your cunt–everything, centering from your clit and rippling through your entire pelvic floor. Only the parts of the men inside you or on you existed, everything else fading behind the raw euphoria of the present. You didn’t make a sound–couldn’t, realizing you had been holding your breath throughout the whole thing.
Suddenly aware of the need for air, you gasped, deep breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Vaguely, you could hear the three of them saying something, but you didn’t process the words. You realized they had stilled, holding you in place. Then Ace and Izo pulled out, and the sudden stimulation of the still-tender nerves made you yelp in discomfort.
“Sorry,” Ace apologized, kissing the back of your head. “That was a strong one, huh? The way you gripped me back there…” Ace set you down on your feet carefully, helping you stay upright with one arm.
“Breathe slowly, Y/n, you’re okay,” Izo instructed, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back soothingly. “Do you need longer than a minute?”
“Yes,” you said gratefully between pants, “yeah, just… Wait…”
Marco used his sleeve to dab away the sweat on your brow, then ran a hand over your head affectionately. “We can stop here, if you want.”
If you hadn’t just had your world rocked, you might have embarrassed yourself with how quickly you rejected the notion, but you were still reeling, so what would have been a passionate denial came out as a calmer, breathy “No, I’m okay.”
“Color?” Marco asked, just for a formal confirmation.
“Green.” You were kind of amazed that this was still continuing, but when you saw Ace peel off his condom, you realized that none of them had cum yet. You pushed away the urge to feel bad–they had the control in this scene, everything was going how they wished.
“I have an idea,” Thatch spoke up from his seat. “What about this…”
You all listened to his proposal, the words bringing a fresh wave of heat through you despite the fact you were still coming down. The four of them discussed positions while you caught your breath, until they came to a decision they were all happy with.
“How much time do you need?” Thatch asked you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on yourself and listening to your body. There was a muted tingling between your legs, but it was hard to tell if it was oversensitivity or a new thrum of desire. Regardless, you wanted more, not satisfied unless you got to see them finish as well.
“Three more minutes,” you decided. “Starting now.”
“Three minutes, huh?” Marco pet your head again, but this time, he paused mid-way to dig his fingers into your hair, gripping hard and pulling your head back so he could kiss you roughly. His tongue and teeth violated your mouth, probing and nipping until you were moaning weakly into his. He broke away, looking down at you almost coldly, a hungry, mean look in his eyes as he pushed down on the top of your head.
“Get on your knees.”
The look alone sent a pleasant chill through you, much less his tone. It was a bit of a shock–Marco had been the most reluctant about the scene when you all first talked about it, concerned for your well-being. Seeing the wet spot on the tent of his pants, you wondered suddenly if this was why, if he knew he might like it a little too much. It was certainly not a problem.
The rule had been that no one could touch you–specifically between your legs, or your chest–while you were cooling down. You realized you never said anything about touching them during that time. Locking eyes with Marco, you sank to your knees obediently, licking your lips in anticipation, the action making Marco’s fist tighten in your hair for a moment.
“Good, that’s a good little captive. You belong to us now, don’t you? You’re all ours,” Marco growled, “I don’t think we’ll be giving you back to your fellow Marines. I think we’ll keep you, forever, as our personal fuck toy.”
You didn’t think you could really get any wetter, but Marco swiftly proved you wrong, your cunt clenching with need as fluid continued to leak down your thighs. The floor was hard on your knees, but you kind of liked that, the light pain contrasting with the haze of sheer want.
Marco let go of your hair in order to strip from his jacket and unzip his pants, pulling out his straining cock. “Open wide, love. Prove that this is all you’re good for.”
You’d barely opened your mouth before Marco’s hand was back in your hair and he was pushing his cock in, forcing your mouth wider as your cry of surprise was muffled. He had never been this rough with you before, and it was a side of him you hoped you’d get to see again sometime. Having not had any attention during the whole scene up until now, he was needy and eager, practically shoving his way to the back of your throat. You were almost dizzy from the action–Marco, your gentle Marco, fucking your mouth like you were nothing but a whore.
Maybe you were–the way you sucked him was more than a little depraved, unable to hide how much you liked it, messy and ravenous. He hadn’t even gone deep yet and you were already breathing through your nose in anticipation, tongue curling along his length as you went. Marco had a slight tremble in his legs, biting back moans that slipped out as terse grunts. Soon spit was trickling down the corners of your mouth again, and you didn’t bother hiding your moan, knowing it’d be muffled around his dick anyway.
“Fuck, Y/n,” Marco cursed, your only warning before he pulled your head down and pushed himself deeper, penetrating your throat, “fucking take it.”
Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he entered your throat, grip in your hair deliciously painful as he pulled until your nose was pressed against the curls of his pubes. He thrusted shallowly, moans pitching higher at the sensation, and you pulled against the ropes binding your wrists, wanting to touch him, to make him feel even better.
If only someone was touching you. The thought surprised you–you normally preferred the opposite, needing to focus while you were deepthroating so you wouldn’t gag. But being used so thoroughly was making you contract around nothing, craving to be filled. Only the thought of what was coming next, and Marco plugging up your throat, kept you from begging for more.
“Five,” Izo counted, “Four…”
“Shut up–I don’t care. Fuck,” Marco groaned, not intending on stopping after three measly minutes. You wondered if he would finish right there, abandon what you had planned next. It certainly seemed that way, his control slipping as he thrusted harder and harder, tears spilling down your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much longer you were there, only that eventually the strength behind his hips was too much, causing you to finally gag. You were about to tap your foot in signal when Marco pulled out, a rope of spit connecting his dick to your lips.
Marco took a step back, a shudder running through him while you gasped and coughed for a moment. You swallowed the spit and pre-cum that had accumulated in your mouth, then tilted your head back to look up at him with nothing short of adoration. Marco was panting, but smiled down at you, wiping the drool from your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart. You ready for the next part?”
“Doesn’t matter if they’re ready,” Izo said, still in character, trying to sound cold but unable to hide his excitement. It had the desired effect anyway, your thighs squeezing together. “They’re going to take us all and they’re going to love it.”
“Please,” your beg was barely a whisper, but they all heard it regardless.
Marco helped you to your feet, and when Thatch approached you, your heart leaped to see him holding the dagger from earlier. Unfortunately, he only meant to cut your bindings, and Ace laughed at your resulting expression.
“Don’t look so disappointed,” he grinned, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “If you want to play with knives, I’ll indulge you another time, I promise.” He bit your lower lip, drawing a small, needy sound from you, before his voice lowered. “If we include Marco, I could even cut you a little… What do you think?”
“Ace,” you whimpered, your tone telling him exactly how you felt about such a proposition.
Thatch finished cutting through the ropes, and you rubbed at your newly-freed wrists, the skin there a little raw but not too tender. Ace had tied it perfectly.
Anyone who hadn’t disrobed all the way did so, clothes discarded onto the floor or on the chairs, before you all moved to the bed. Marco hopped on first, laying on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and facing his legs. Ace passed you the lube, and you took a minute to apply it to Marco, fingers gliding up and down his twitching cock. He couldn’t help bucking into your touch, trying and failing to suppress moans.
You tossed the lube aside, wiping the excess onto your thighs, before lifting up your hips. Marco helped guide you down, one hand on your hip, one around the base of his cock, positioning it against your ass. You sank down onto him with a gratified sigh, Marco gasping as his thick length breached your hole and filled you slowly, the delicate passage lighting up with pleasure.
Now seated in his lap, Marco took a few breaths before placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back until you were laying on him.
“Still–ah!” He stuttered as you clenched around him just to get a reaction, “–still green?”
“Mhm.”
In retaliation, Marco gently pinched your nipple, but it only made you tighten up again, the both of you moaning in turn.
Thatch mounted the bed next, at the foot of it, crawling between yours and Marco’s legs. There was just enough space for him to sit on folded legs, and he rubbed your thigh fondly before lining himself up with your cunt. He sucked in a breath as he parted you, biting his lip. Halfway in, he paused, pulling back out before pushing in again, this time not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside.
The noise you made was almost embarrassing, a debauched keening that could only come from being filled up so entirely. You were so full, so perfectly stuffed, the feeling of being stretched to your limit nothing short of bliss. You laid your head back on Marco’s shoulder, shivering with satisfied lust as you clenched around them.
Thatch threw his head back, too, groaning. “Shit, I can feel Marco twitching.”
You thought you could, too, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the little pulses were coming from yourself or from them.
“Here we go, love. Just relax and take it,” Marco murmured into your ear.
Thatch started moving first, slow pumps of his hips to ease you into things. But you did not want slow or easy, especially not at this point in the night. He felt so, so good inside, and yet you needed even more.
“Harder, Thatch!” You pleaded.
“No. It’ll be too much–” Thatch started to reply.
“Please!”
Thatch clicked his tongue. “Sheesh, needy little thing. Fine.”
He grabbed your hips and picked up his pace, upping both the speed and force of his thrusts until his hips were smacking loudly against yours. Below you, Marco started to move, too, working his cock in and out in perfect rhythm with Thatch. You gasped at the change, toes curling at the flood of sensation.
You reached to touch your clit, but Marco suddenly grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. The strength in his grip only made you wetter, a jolt of desire making you clench up, your moans rising in volume.
You didn’t even notice Izo taking his place on the bed, perched right above Marco’s shoulder, until he bent over you, filling your vision, in order to kiss you once more.
“Still want to do this?” He asked, checking in one last time.
“Yesss,” you moaned, tearing up again at just how good it felt.
“Thatch will watch for your signal, okay?” Izo tilted your head back, fingers parting your lips, and you sucked on them without prompting, making him smirk. “Alright, here it comes.”
You opened your mouth, and Izo inserted his cock, far more slowly than the others had earlier. He worked his way in gently, gradually making it further and further in, keeping an eye on your body for a sign of a negative reaction. It would have been impossible to tell, though–with Marco and Thatch fucking you so well, you were twitching and arching periodically. The only thing Izo could really count on at that point was your safe signal, but he trusted you to use it if you needed to. With that in mind, he pushed further, deeper, until he was well inside your throat.
It was ambitious–minding your breathing was a challenge when you were being double penetrated so perfectly, but the two prior attempts had relaxed your gag reflex more than usual, and there was little discomfort as Izo started to thrust. Having to concentrate on your breathing only diminished the pleasure by the tiniest fraction, the nerves between your legs ever ablaze.
With your head back, you couldn’t see anything but Izo’s lower half, but you could feel how he rested a hand on your throat, feeling his dick through the flesh. You felt another hand running down your side–it had to be Ace–and then he mounted the bed, too, throwing a leg over to straddle your waist.
This was it. You could barely contain your excitement, but in your current state, there was no real way to tell. All your noise was currently muffled, anyway.
Ace felt up your chest, groping and squeezing, before he positioned his cock in between your breasts and pressed them together. Already dripping pre-cum, he needed no lube as he started to thrust, his own noises of delight joining that of the other three. His thumbs brushed your nipples as he tit-fucked you, making you buck into Thatch and Marco.
“Look at that! All of us at the same time… You’re incredible, Y/n,” Ace praised between moans. “Even your tits feel amazing… So fucking good. So fucking good.”
You couldn’t respond, of course, but you weren’t sure you could have formed words even if your mouth was free. Spread out between the four of them, every hole filled out and more, you felt as if every nerve in your body was wired to them, to the feel of their skin against and inside yours. Entirely at their whims, nothing more than a means to their satisfaction, they used you completely and thoroughly, and it was perfect.
No one bothered hiding their noises anymore, all sense of shame long since gone, a chorus of moans and grunts and cries reverberating through the room alongside lewd, wet squelches and slaps. They were so deep inside you, your insides molded to the shape of them, and soon the heat started to build somewhere between your legs, even without your clit being touched, a song of lust that started to crescendo.
You had never cum while deepthroating before, the pleasure mostly mental on your end. But then Thatch started rubbing your clit, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t, the crescendo spiking rapidly toward its end. Above you, you could hear Izo’s moans stutter and pitch high in a familiar way, and when he came, he was so far down your throat you didn’t even feel it.
A few seconds later, Izo pulled out of your mouth, and you switched your breathing with a gasp. He pressed a grateful kiss to your forehead, then slid to sit on the floor, spent.
“Good, good, now we can hear you,” Ace panted, “though I kind of liked hearing you try and moan with a cock in your throat, too.” His thumbs continued flicking and rubbing your nipples mercilessly, the icing on the proverbial cake that spurred on your desperate moans.
The heat only kept building, shooting higher and higher. They were so big inside, so big and so deep, taking you like they needed it just as badly as you did.
“I’m gonna cum,” Ace whined, and when you opened your mouth in response, that did him in. He shouted as he came, spurting thick, hot ropes mostly over your neck, though some landed in your mouth. It was bitter and you didn’t even slightly care, too fucked-out to do anything but swallow in between moans.
Ace finishing in your mouth was enough to hurdle you to the edge, suddenly close, a wave at its crest ready to break at any moment. You pulled weakly against Marco’s hold on your wrists, but his grip only tightened. Clenching rhythmically around them, overcome with the need to finish, your thoughts focused once more on nothing but the end that was in sight. You barely even felt Ace dismount, nor Marco’s nibbling on the shell of your ear. Ace reached to your breasts again, pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and your peak all but slammed into you.
For an instant, you saw white. It was, somehow, even stronger than the last one. Once again, nothing existed but you and your shaking orgasm, the sizzling of every pleasure nerve in your body, the pulse of your entire being unmade into nothing but the component elements of sensation. Your cry broke halfway out your mouth, devolving into a choked sob as the other two just kept fucking you through the contractions of your walls, drawing out your climax for what felt like an eternity.
“Coming,” Thatch’s voice was strained, the fluttering around his cock bringing him to the edge. He gripped your hips with both hands, strong enough to bruise, and cursed as his hips stuttered in their pace. “Oh, Y/n!”
You couldn’t feel it, but you knew Thatch had finished once he stilled, catching his breath before pulling out. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed onto your cunt, waiting, as promised earlier, for his cum to dribble out.
You went limp above Marco, still rutting into your ass, the pitch of his moans signaling that he was near his end, as well. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips, bouncing you onto his cock like you were a toy. You were too fresh from your orgasm for it to feel all that good, but it didn’t hurt, either, so you just relaxed and let him get there at his pace.
Marco finished with a cry of your name, fingers digging into your hips and head thrown back against the bed. He held you there for another minute before letting go with a heavy and very satisfied sigh. You lifted yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, and for a few minutes, there was only the sound of everyone catching their breath.
“Fuck,” you said, staring at the ceiling in awe.
Ace giggled from his spot in one of the chairs. “You said it.”
Marco rolled onto his side to face you, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you passionately before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. “You’re okay, yoi? Nothing hurts?”
“My throat’s a bit sore,” you admitted. “I’m sure it’ll be worse later. I probably won’t do consecutive deepthroats like that again. Maybe cap it at two times a session.”
“Whatever you need,” Marco said. “That was… You were…”
“You were amazing,” Thatch finished for him. “Shit, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
“Me neither,” you laughed. “I think you guys might have ruined me forever. What if I can’t cum from regular sex after this?”
Izo pushed himself off the ground, standing up and stretching. “Just come to any of us, we’ll take care of you.”
“Can you walk?” Marco asked. “Do you need any help getting cleaned up?”
“I dunno. I’ll find out soon enough. I need a minute first, though,” you said, curling up against Marco and resting your forehead on his chest.
“Of course.”
Izo grabbed the stack of washcloths off the desk, taking them to the connected bathroom (another one of Marco’s private luxuries) to dampen them before passing them out. Everyone but Marco cleaned up and got dressed, the latter staying put to cuddle you while you came down.
After a few minutes, you sat up, swinging your legs over the bed and attempting to stand. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt a little like a newborn deer, but at least you could stand. Ace joined you in the bathroom anyway, making sure you stayed upright while you cleaned up. A second outfit was waiting for you on the desk, and Ace helped you change into it.
Clean, dry, and thoroughly spent, you crawled back into Marco’s bed and collapsed. Marco, now dressed, got in beside you, spooning your back and hugging you to him.
The reality of what you just did settled in, and you suddenly laughed at yourself. “God, I’m a slut…”
“If you are, then so are we for participating,” Marco said.
You gave him a look over your shoulder. “You can say that, but you weren’t the ones with three dicks in you.”
“Four, in a way,” Ace said.
“Ace,” Izo snapped. “Not helping.”
“It’s fine, Y/n. It really doesn’t matter,” Marco assured.
“He’s right,” Thatch said. “It’s normal for pirates to sleep around, anyway. Don’t worry about it so much.”
“Alright…” You conceded.
Izo, Thatch, and Ace came to sit on the edges of the bed, the latter deciding that wasn’t enough and crawling in to lay next to your other side, though barely fitting. Caring little that his ass was practically hanging off the bed, Ace stroked your cheek affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey, Y/n… Thanks.”
“I should be the one saying thanks,” you mumbled. “It was my fantasy.”
“But we all really, really enjoyed it,” Ace insisted, beaming.
You smiled and buried your face into the pillow in an embarrassment that was frankly ridiculous to be feeling after all of that. You had already been exposed inside and out, in every sense of the word. Something that could only be pulled off because of your deep trust in your partners–trust that they’d listen, trust that they would never hurt you, trust that they had your best interests in mind.
An overwhelming surge of love rose in your chest at the realization of just how far you trusted them, how well they took care of you, and how much it had paid off. You were surprised to feel tears welling up, immediately biting your lip in an attempt to stop them. But then you blinked and they rolled down your cheeks, making Ace frown. “Y/n?”
“I’m good, I’m–” you covered your mouth to suppress the sob that threatened to spill out. The tears were running down your cheeks now, and you had no idea why, only that you couldn’t seem to keep it in.
The others were all attuned to you now, wearing equal looks of concern.
“Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Ace murmured, pulling your hand away from your mouth.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, trembling, “I don’t know why I’m crying. It was perfect.”
“It was intense,” Marco said softly, hugging you a little tighter. “This is a normal reaction. Don’t feel bad about it.”
“O-Okay…”
Izo rubbed your arm, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”
“There’s no judgment here,” Thatch added, petting your head. “You’re safe.”
Reassured, you stopped trying to hold it in and let yourself just cry. Marco and Ace held you all the while, Thatch and Izo’s hands never leaving you either. Eventually the cry ran its course, and you were left with the occasional sniffle.
Thatch brought you tissues while Izo brought you a glass of water. You sat up to partake in both, blowing your nose before draining the water in seconds.
“More?” Izo asked, and you nodded.
Marco rubbed your back while Izo refilled the glass, and when he returned, you downed it just as quickly.
The four of them whispered reassurances and affirmations: You’re not useless. You’re not a toy. You’re one of us. We respect you. We love you so much.
You leaned against Marco, feeling significantly better even though you had never really felt bad at all. “I love you guys, too. More than anything.”
They each took a turn kissing and embracing you, making you smile.
“So, uh,” you started, smile turning sheepish, “Next time our schedules line up… You know, when we’re all off at the same time–”
“Then we can get off at the same time?” Ace offered, and you giggled.
“Absolutely,” Thatch said.
“I’m up for a repeat,” Izo agreed. “How could I not be after that?”
“We’ll discuss it when the time comes,” Marco said, “make sure it goes as smoothly as it did this time.”
“I’m sure it will,” you sighed, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, “there’s no one else I trust more.”
“Alright!” Thatch clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go cook something nice just for the five of us. I dunno about you guys, but I’m famished.”
Your eyelids were already growing heavy. “That sounds good, but I think I’m gonna pass out here in a sec.”
“Go ahead, Y/n,” Marco said, “We’ll wake you when it’s ready.”
You nodded, letting yourself flop back into the bed. “Thanks…”
Marco and Ace laid on either side of you, arms finding their way around your waist and shoulders, and you relaxed into their embrace. You could feel Izo petting your head, and you smiled to yourself.
There really was no one else you trusted quite like those four:
Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.
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Taking care of sick op boys
Warning: Fluff, SFW, op boys being Stubborn
Feat: Thatch, Izo, Crocodile, and Doflamingo
Thatch Death
-A little Stubborn but eventually gives In and lets you take care of him
-Thatch is a little bit Childish especially because you're the one who's taking care of him
-He will Whine about you not cuddling with him or even not paying so much attention him
Izo
-The Stubborn one
-You will probably not notice that he was sick until Marco Pointed out and scolded him for not taking a proper Rest
-He'll be a little bit hesitant about you taking care of him but after a few minutes of pursuing him he will eventually lets you and honesty he actually likes it when you're giving him your Undivided attention
Sir Crocodile
-The Most Stubborn One
-He will never listen to you, even if the doctors told him to take a day off and rest
-Crocodile Was very very busy man so for him everything second has passed was very important
-He will be stubbornly continue his work and ignore your pleadings until he can't take it anymore and lets you take care of him
-Even if its hurting his own pride to be take care by you..he will eventually let it slide because he was kinda Happy that you're talking care of him. But of course he will never tell you that
Donquixote Doflamingo
-Doffy will whine from time to time so he could get your attention
-The one who actually liked to be sick so that you can pamper him with Love and Affection that he was longing from you
-Even though you're quite annoyed by his actions.. You're still enjoying that fact that you're given a chance to takw care of him
#One piece imagine#One piece canon#One piece x Character#Thatch Death#Izo#Sir Crocodile#Donquixote Doflamingo#Thatch x reader#Izo x Reader#Crocodile x reader#Doflamingo x Reader#Reiketsunomizunomegami#Reiketsunomizunomegami Writing#Reiketsunomizunomegami Blog
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One piece characters seeing another guy in your dms
Warning:None
Feat:Luffy, ace, Sabo, Brook, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Izo, thatch, Ussop, Franky, law, Kid
Request Is Open!!!
Commission and trade are still open!!
—Deletes the messages and wraps their arms around you protectively.
Luffy, Ace, Sanji, Zoro, thatch, Franky, kid
—just ignores it because they trust you.
Sabo, Izo, Marco, Franky, Brook, Ussop, Law
—Gets insecure and goes quiet until you promise only they have in your heart.
Ace, Sabo, chopper,zoro, Kid, luffy, thatch, Franky
—Sends a selfie of them scowling at the camera, telling the guy to back off.
Kid, Law, Ace, Sanji, thatch, Sabo(Maybe), Franky
—Doesn't say anything but gets very cuddly, wanting Your attention.
Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Thatch, brook, kid, Franky
—will pout until you block the guy and give them kisses.
Ace, Luffy, Zoro, thatch, Kid, sabo, Franky
#One piece Canons#one piece x reader#one piece x s/o#one piece x y/n#one piece Imagines#Luffy#ace#sabo#brook#sanji#zoro#Marco#izo#thatch#ussop#franky#Law#kid#kazenomegaminowanpisu#one piece#hannaemeraldwhitedragon#writing#anime#one piece canons
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*rolls in with flowers* HI welcome back! 🥺🥳
So, I am in bit of Zoro, Izo and Heat brainrot late (and its been BAD).
Could I ask for aftercare with Zoro, Izo and Heat (seperately)? It can scenario or hc or y'know i dont mind either way.
I hope you will have fun with those requests, who catches your interest - be it mine or others -. Thats the most important 🥺😌.
Sending good vibes!
Hi @ochizokulevy
Thank you for the request! I haven't written much for Heat or Izo in the past so hope this is okay! And thank you for the good vibes 😘
Aftercare with Zoro, Izo and Heat
Not really much in the way of NSFW but here's your warning anyway
. Zoro .
. Zoro is not big on aftercare at first, but only because he doesn't really know what it is?
. He hasn't had many (if any) sexual partners beyond his S/O so he is very much learning as he goes.
. Doesn't really care about his own aftercare and would happily fall asleep with sticky thighs and sheets but will clean up with his S/O if they ask him to (he's not big on cleaning at the best of times so this is a good opportunity for a quick wash)
. Zoro falls asleep very quickly after sex, so any aftercare he does offer is with drowsy eyes. It might seem like he doesn't want to do it buts its more that he's just ready to nap.
. Enjoys cuddling after sex. Likes when his S/O falls asleep on his chest or when he can bury his face in their stomach and drift off.
. If his S/O tells him they want him to do something specific to help them or make them more comfortable after sex Zoro does it without hesitation and will remember it for next time.
. Izo .
. Izo is very attentive and often thinks of things before his partner even requests them.
. He sees to his S/Os needs before his own and will get up and down multiple times before he is satisfied that they are satisfied.
. Insists on cleaning his partner up before sleep, regardless of how much mess was made. Happy to sort himself out after but will let his partner return the favour if they want.
. Nothing is too much for him. Will brush their hair, get them food or drinks, a massage, even change the covers if they want.
. Izo is almost ritualistic in his aftercare. It is very much a form of worship for him and it gives him a sense of fulfillment to see his partner so relaxed and content.
. Likes falling asleep facing his partner.
. Big fan of pillow talk after, just likes to chat to his partner. Little whispered words between them.
. Has the best snacks.
. Heat .
. Heat can take or leave the aftercare depending on how he is feeling at the time and what is asked of him.
. And he does have to be asked.
. He doesn't automatically offer to take care of his partner after sex, being content to just fall into a hazy sleep together after.
. But if his S/O specifically requests something he will do so with no complaint. So communication is key.
. If he has been with his partner a while he gets to know their wants and needs a little better and doesn't need as much prompting.
. Like Zoro he falls asleep very quickly after shooting his bolt and is always super warm.
. Doesn't necessarily like to cuddle right after but will be down after he's had a chance to settle a bit. Though he still feels like a furnace when his partner snuggles up to him.
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece imagines#zoro#roronoa zoro#izo#izo one piece#heat#heat one piece#zoro headcanons#izo headcanons#heat headcanons#nsfw-ish
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Yo, my work for Izo x reader with "constently denying others who think they're together" is almost done but I'd like to be beta test because I am not sure I respect the request...
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FAMILY
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👘IZO💄
Love, don't worry. Your tears are knives in his heart. Oh love don't worry, he's here for you. Let the emotions pour out, free yourself of the burden.
If it was just a bad day, he's simply lending you a ear, don't worry, he'll take care of you. He has been around for a long time, and he has had his fair share of bad days, he knows that sometimes having a good cry can make a big difference. After all, there's always time for pampering you.
If, let's say, someone made you cry, all bets are off. He's not afraid to draw blood, his clothes can be washed and thrown away, you are priceless. Your beautiful face can't be marred by tears dictated by hurt and fear.
His brothers have his back, so does his father. Family bonds are everything, and no one can in any shape, way or form, hurt his beautiful flower.
🧑🍳THATCH🔪
This wonderful man will make you laugh, there is no sadness around him. Your gorgeous and sunny face should stay so, and he will make sure to see you always smiling. But when the low hits, his arms are your safe space. Set your pace, he will follow your flow. Words and gestures of comfort are his go to, and if you feel like it, he would make you your comfort food.
He will tell you stories, that most likely involve Ace and his misadventures to make you less gloomy. Even a small quirk of your lips will make his day. His precious tart, he's so lucky to have you by his side.
But Heaven forbid someone makes you cry. His sword is sharp and his hand is fast. Not a second will pass without the fool choking on their blood, lips cut.
No word should live that foul mouth anymore. Let yourself be engulfed by his arms darling, let your frustrations out, he can't stand to see you so beaten down, so sad and hurt. He will mutter sweet nothing into your hair, rocking you gently. Let him dry your tears, and change them into tears of joy. You don't deserve to be in pain neither alone. You deserve all the love in the world.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#yandere izo#yandere thatch
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This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection!
Prompt: Fan
Characters featured: Izo (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader
Requested by: no one, author's choice slot
[a/n]: This one is so incredibly self-indulgent. The Izo brainrot has been intensifying again (although let's be fair, he settled in my brain approx 3 years ago and hasn't left). Still, I enjoyed writing it and I hope y'all enjoy reading it <3
There were very few ways to cool down on hot days aboard the Moby Dick. The sea breeze was usually your best bet, but if even that was just another wave of hot air drying out your skin more than the relief you needed, there were very few options left. Covering all windows to block out light, keeping rooms dark and at least a little cooler, and hoping someone on the crew would figure out they have an ice- or cold-type devil fruit was about the most you could do. You were suffering though, the heat too much for you after a couple of days, and you were looking for some refuge, finally finding it in your lover’s room.
As a commander, Izo had his own room, and that alone already contributed to it being less stuffy than some of the shared cabins you would sleep in before you became an item. You found him behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, Kimono hanging open way more than it should. His Obi sash was only tied loosely, and his chest was exposed way more than it should. Normally, that would grab your attention, but you were more focused on what he was holding.
There was paperwork right in front of him, neatly organized and stacked with the exception of one page, that he had expertly folded into a fan and was now using to give him some much-needed relief from the sweltering summer heat.
You walked over, kissing his cheek, too hot for any more displays of affection. You enjoyed the tiniest breeze coming from the fan, lingering at his cheek a little longer than you would have, already preparing some puppy eyes, but he was faster than you and smiled, leaning away from you for less shared heat and to be able to make eye contact.
“Yes, y/n, I have more empty papers. I shall make you one too”
#izo x reader#one piece izo x reader#one piece izo#izo#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#izo imagine#drabble#fluff#humor#summer#2Nd person pov#queue
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whitebeard pirates groupchat
wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader
cw: funny/crack, drug mention
#one piece x you#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#op x reader#portgas ace x reader#whitebeard pirates x reader#wb pirates x reader#whitebeard pirates#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace imagine#ace x reader#marco x reader#marco one piece#thatch one piece#izo one piece#izo x reader#one piece au#portgas ace smut
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Thank you for the lovely commission @sofihtf02 !!!! I decided to treat myself to a commission and absolutely love it so much!!! They all look so cute!!!! All the detail put into the chibis ahhhhh!!!!!!!! Makes my heart leap for joy!!!!
#thank youso much love!!!!#I love these chibis!!!!#papa thatchie#papa thatch#commission!#birthday commission!#thatch#op izou#izou one piece#one piece#izou#Izo#fushichou marco#marco the phoenix#op marco#marco the pineapple#Marco#marco one piece#marco imagine#one piece marco#whitebeard pirates#the witch of one piece
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